MasukHi my dear readers, I wanted to apologize in advance for I won't be able to update this book. I know I'm going against the words I gave to you and for that I am really sorry. I have so much going on that my mental state is a mess and I can't seem to focus or do anything for that matter.
I love this book and I have great ideas for it, but with my current burnout I'm afraid that I'll ruin it. l already feel it's not flowing like it was supposed to. It won't be fair to you or the book not to give it my all or just write for the sake of writing.Please understand that I'm not abandoning or giving up on the book, I just need a bit of time to sort out my head before I can go back to writing. You deserve an awesome story and I would be disappointed in myself if I didn't give you that.I won't be gone long, hopefully a maximum of two weeks will be enough.Thank you for understanding and again I'm really sorry for any inconveniences.Lots of love💕Stay safe and take care.Evelyn.When I look up, Lilly’s glaring at me. “What the hell is going on, Noah?”I exhale, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “The police were here earlier. They told us someone’s been trying to kill Sierra.”Her jaw drops. “What?”“They found out her brakes were tampered with. And the equipment that almost cr
The sound of the flatline drills into my skull like a blade. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. All I can do is stare as the doctors keep pressing those damn paddles to her chest, shouting numbers, shouting for life.“Come on, Sierra,” I whisper. “Come on.”This can’t be happening.This can’t be happeni
Noah.I’m standing in the underground parking, running my hands through my hair for what feels like the hundredth time. The air is cold down here, but it’s nothing compared to the storm inside my chest.Her words keep replaying in my head relentlessly. They're like daggers, piercing my heart over an
The silence that follows Noah’s exit is deafening. The door slams shut, and the echo seems to vibrate through my bones, each thud of my heart louder than the last. The air conditioner hums, but even that feels too loud in the emptiness he’s left behind.I drag in a trembling breath, pressing my hand
“You want motive?” I say, my voice trembling with restrained fury. “How about wanting the baby gone? She told me to get rid of my baby, Noah. She threatened me. Said if I didn’t, I’d regret it. Isn’t that motive enough?”My voice cracks, but I press on, the words spilling before I can stop them. “If
“Nothing,” I say finally. “I’ve been shopping there for years and nothing stood out.”The two officers exchange another glance.“What’s that look for?” Noah asks, his tone edged with suspicion.Mark turns his gaze to me. “You said you’ve been going there for years, right?”“Yes.”“Then it’s highly l







