Third Person POVLionel was shocked beyond words.He had arrived at the address. Perhaps expecting Irina to be waiting outside. Nothing could have prepared him for the place he arrived at.Thoe horrible letters of the sign mocked him.Moonlit Vally Sanitarium ‘A sanitarium,’ Lionel thinks in a daze
They don’t put up a fight. Lionel almost regrets that. He had been looking forward to putting them into their place for abandoning the girl.Then comes the process of having one of his many vacation homes readied for her. Her countenance brightening as he helps her pick out décor and snacks. It’s al
Lionel’s POVIrina took up much of my time in the next few days.She needed constant reassurance. Her round the clock care was my only consolation. I often left my vacation house feeling tired and emotionally drained.Talking with Irina about the past was a double-edged sword.It reminded me of simp
“Yes.” I say.“Wolves of our status are made aware of our duties from a young age. Katya and I were always aware of a potential match between us.” I continue.“That sounds strange. To know your potential mate at such a young age.” Nan comments. No real judgement in her tone.“It’s normal for us. Lov
Third Person POVIrina was panicking.Lionel was pulling away from her. Taking comfort in that thief by his side. It was heartbreaking.Irina never thought it was fair that Katya had gotten to marry Lionel. Katya did not even like him growing up. To busy flirting with her precious gardener.Irina ha
Lunch undergoes calmly. Irina is left with a headache from the grating laughter of her sister’s spawn. Irina is all the more convinced to follow through with her plan.It is nearly one o clock when she spots the other nurse arriving for the shift change.The nurse behind her shifts. Irina resists a
Nan’s POVMy brains was in shambles.I couldn’t think straight. Nothing had terrified me like this before. Not even David’s threats or being nearly drowned by the neighborhood children as a kid.I knew the sight of Vera’s unconscious, blue tinted face and closing throat would be seared into my brain
There sit my daughters. Patti crying quietly at Nan’s side. Her big brown eyes shut tight.Vera is being cradled like a small infant to Nan. Her body slumped unconsciously. Her cheeks terribly flushed. My feet move before I actively make the choice. I kneel at my family’s side. Worry clogging my vo