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Chapter One-Hundred-Sixty Two
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2025-02-08 20:13:44Tasha gently brushed her fingers through Ethan’s hair, her heart finally beginning to steady as he drifted off to sleep. His breathing was soft, peaceful now, but the memory of his frail body and burning fever still haunted her. She leaned down, placing a tender kiss on his forehead before standing up and quietly stepping out of the room.
Robbin was waiting just outside, his back against the wall, arms crossed. His face softened as she approached, exhaustion etched in every line. “I need to get home and pack some things for Ethan,” Tasha whispered, glancing back through the small window to ensure Ethan was still resting peacefully. “His pajamas, some books… maybe his favorite blanket.” Robbin nodded, pushing off the wall. “I’ll come with you.” He patted his pockets, then frowned slightly. “I… didn’t bring my car. Everything happened so fast, I just rushed over here.”
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Daniel’s head was resting heavily on the steering wheel, his fingers gripping it tightly as if it was the only thing anchoring him. His heart pounded, not from the drive, but from the ache of being close to Tasha without truly having her. The weight of everything unsaid sat like a stone on his chest. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to breathe through the tightness when suddenly 'click' the door opened again. His head shot up in surprise. Tasha stood there, slightly breathless, her fingers clutching the strap of Ethan’s bag. Her face was tense, her brows furrowed like she was fighting an invisible battle within herself. “Daniel…” Her voice was soft but shaky, like it was stitched together with fragile threads. “That scar.” She hesitated, licking her lips nervously. “I remember… something. But I’m not sure.” Daniel’s heart skipped. His pulse quickened. “What do you remember?” he asked, his voice low, filled with both hope and fear. Tasha slid into the passeng
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Daniel remained rooted to the spot, his heart pounding like a drum. Tasha’s words lingered in the air, soft but heavy, like a thread pulling at memories he couldn’t suppress. “Thank you, Daniel.” It wasn’t much, but it was enough to ignite a flicker of hope in the wreckage of his heart. Finally, he stood, brushing his palms over his jeans as if trying to steady himself. He quietly made his way back into Ethan’s room, the soft beep of the monitors the only sound filling the space. Robbin was seated by Ethan’s bedside, flipping through a magazine, though his eyes weren’t really focused on the pages. Daniel’s gaze softened when it landed on Ethan, who was still fast asleep, his small chest rising and falling steadily. Daniel crouched beside the bed, his fingers gently brushing through his son’s hair. Leaning in, he whispered softly, “Hey, buddy. I’ll be back soon, okay? Daddy’s just stepping out for a little bit. You’re doing great, champ.” Ethan stirred slightly, his sleepy eyes
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Robbin had just stepped out of Ethan’s room, rubbing the back of his neck, exhaustion etched into his features. He’d been pacing around, worried when Tasha had been gone longer than expected. The hospital corridor was eerily quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above. As he turned the corner, he froze. There was Tasha standing with Daniel, both of them visibly shaken, Daniel’s hand still resting protectively on Tasha’s arm. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and Daniel’s jaw was clenched tight, his body tense as if ready for a fight. Confusion flashed across Robbin’s face, his brows knitting together as he rushed toward them. His eyes darted from Tasha’s trembling form to Daniel’s hardened expression. “Tasha, are you okay?” His voice was laced with concern, his gaze searching hers for answers. Before Tasha could even find her voice, Daniel spoke, his tone sharp and edged with frustration. “It’s Vanessa. She showed up.” Robbin’s eyes darkened instantly,
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Tasha leaned against the wall in the quiet hallway, her arms loosely crossed over her chest. The soft glow from Ethan’s nightlight spilled faintly into the corridor, casting long shadows that seemed to echo the lingering questions in her heart. Robbin stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, watching her with that steady, unreadable gaze. "Umm, Robbin…" she began hesitantly, her voice low but carrying the weight of her thoughts. "The last time… I didn’t mean to pry, but in London, you said you were in Paris for… umm, family." She paused, frowning slightly as she searched the corners of her hazy memory. "But you’ve never mentioned anything about family before. Besides Aunt Linda." Robbin’s casual demeanor shifted subtly. His smile faded, replaced by something guarded. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes for a moment. "It wasn’t family," he finally admitted, his voice quieter than before. Tasha’s brows knit together. "Then who?" Robbin exhaled sharply,
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Robbin leaned in gently, his lips brushing Tasha’s forehead with a tenderness that made her chest tighten. It was a simple gesture, but it carried unspoken words, emotions layered beneath years of complicated history. “Goodnight, Tasha,” he whispered softly against her skin, lingering for just a heartbeat before stepping back and walking toward the guest room. Tasha stood there for a moment, rooted in place. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch lingering even after he’d left. But beneath that warmth, there was a faint unease, a hollow echo in her chest that she couldn’t explain. Later that night, the apartment was cloaked in silence. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, punctuated occasionally by the faint creaks of the old floorboards settling. Tasha drifted into a restless sleep, the exhaustion finally pulling her under. But sleep did not bring peace. Tasha found herself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar room dimly lit, shadows clinging to
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Tasha wiped at her damp cheeks, her body trembling from the emotional weight pressing down on her. The memories were still disjointed, flickering in and out like a broken film reel, but they were there. She could feel them clawing their way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged. She sniffled and reached for her phone, her fingers shaking slightly as she unlocked the screen. Her first instinct was to call Daniel, to hear his voice, to confirm what she had just remembered. But as her thumb hovered over his contact, she hesitated. A call felt too much right now. Too raw. Too personal. Instead, she swiped over to her messages, her mind racing with the right words to say. Her pulse thrummed loudly in her ears as she typed out the message: Let’s meet. I want to know, and give you what you truly want. Maybe then, I can even get my full memories back. Her thumb hovered over the send button. She bit her lip, her heart hammering in her chest. Was this the right thing to do?
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He hesitated, clearly torn between his duty and her command. “Ma’am, please—” “I’ll be fine,” she interrupted gently but firmly. “No one follows me.” The guard clenched his jaw, clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but reluctantly nodded. “Be careful,” he muttered, watching as she slipped through the gate and disappeared into the early morning haze. The air outside was crisp, almost biting, but Tasha barely felt it. She pulled the hoodie over her head, tucking her hair inside as she walked briskly down the street. Every step echoed in her ears, mingling with the rapid beat of her heart. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out. A message flashed across the screen. I knew you’d come around. Meet me behind the café, down to the stream. Tasha scoffed softly, shaking her head. She glanced at the time 5:20 AM. Time was slipping fast. Without thinking too much, she opened her messages and typed quickly to Daniel. Meet me behind the café, down to the str
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He hesitated, clearly torn between his duty and her command. “Ma’am, please—” “I’ll be fine,” she interrupted gently but firmly. “No one follows me.” The guard clenched his jaw, clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but reluctantly nodded. “Be careful,” he muttered, watching as she slipped through the gate and disappeared into the early morning haze. The air outside was crisp, almost biting, but Tasha barely felt it. She pulled the hoodie over her head, tucking her hair inside as she walked briskly down the street. Every step echoed in her ears, mingling with the rapid beat of her heart. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out. A message flashed across the screen. I knew you’d come around. Meet me behind the café, down to the stream. Tasha scoffed softly, shaking her head. She glanced at the time 5:20 AM. Time was slipping fast. Without thinking too much, she opened her messages and typed quickly to Daniel. Meet me behind the café, down to the str
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Tasha wiped at her damp cheeks, her body trembling from the emotional weight pressing down on her. The memories were still disjointed, flickering in and out like a broken film reel, but they were there. She could feel them clawing their way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged. She sniffled and reached for her phone, her fingers shaking slightly as she unlocked the screen. Her first instinct was to call Daniel, to hear his voice, to confirm what she had just remembered. But as her thumb hovered over his contact, she hesitated. A call felt too much right now. Too raw. Too personal. Instead, she swiped over to her messages, her mind racing with the right words to say. Her pulse thrummed loudly in her ears as she typed out the message: Let’s meet. I want to know, and give you what you truly want. Maybe then, I can even get my full memories back. Her thumb hovered over the send button. She bit her lip, her heart hammering in her chest. Was this the right thing to do?
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Robbin leaned in gently, his lips brushing Tasha’s forehead with a tenderness that made her chest tighten. It was a simple gesture, but it carried unspoken words, emotions layered beneath years of complicated history. “Goodnight, Tasha,” he whispered softly against her skin, lingering for just a heartbeat before stepping back and walking toward the guest room. Tasha stood there for a moment, rooted in place. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch lingering even after he’d left. But beneath that warmth, there was a faint unease, a hollow echo in her chest that she couldn’t explain. Later that night, the apartment was cloaked in silence. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, punctuated occasionally by the faint creaks of the old floorboards settling. Tasha drifted into a restless sleep, the exhaustion finally pulling her under. But sleep did not bring peace. Tasha found herself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar room dimly lit, shadows clinging to
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Tasha leaned against the wall in the quiet hallway, her arms loosely crossed over her chest. The soft glow from Ethan’s nightlight spilled faintly into the corridor, casting long shadows that seemed to echo the lingering questions in her heart. Robbin stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, watching her with that steady, unreadable gaze. "Umm, Robbin…" she began hesitantly, her voice low but carrying the weight of her thoughts. "The last time… I didn’t mean to pry, but in London, you said you were in Paris for… umm, family." She paused, frowning slightly as she searched the corners of her hazy memory. "But you’ve never mentioned anything about family before. Besides Aunt Linda." Robbin’s casual demeanor shifted subtly. His smile faded, replaced by something guarded. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes for a moment. "It wasn’t family," he finally admitted, his voice quieter than before. Tasha’s brows knit together. "Then who?" Robbin exhaled sharply,
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Robbin had just stepped out of Ethan’s room, rubbing the back of his neck, exhaustion etched into his features. He’d been pacing around, worried when Tasha had been gone longer than expected. The hospital corridor was eerily quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above. As he turned the corner, he froze. There was Tasha standing with Daniel, both of them visibly shaken, Daniel’s hand still resting protectively on Tasha’s arm. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and Daniel’s jaw was clenched tight, his body tense as if ready for a fight. Confusion flashed across Robbin’s face, his brows knitting together as he rushed toward them. His eyes darted from Tasha’s trembling form to Daniel’s hardened expression. “Tasha, are you okay?” His voice was laced with concern, his gaze searching hers for answers. Before Tasha could even find her voice, Daniel spoke, his tone sharp and edged with frustration. “It’s Vanessa. She showed up.” Robbin’s eyes darkened instantly,
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Daniel remained rooted to the spot, his heart pounding like a drum. Tasha’s words lingered in the air, soft but heavy, like a thread pulling at memories he couldn’t suppress. “Thank you, Daniel.” It wasn’t much, but it was enough to ignite a flicker of hope in the wreckage of his heart. Finally, he stood, brushing his palms over his jeans as if trying to steady himself. He quietly made his way back into Ethan’s room, the soft beep of the monitors the only sound filling the space. Robbin was seated by Ethan’s bedside, flipping through a magazine, though his eyes weren’t really focused on the pages. Daniel’s gaze softened when it landed on Ethan, who was still fast asleep, his small chest rising and falling steadily. Daniel crouched beside the bed, his fingers gently brushing through his son’s hair. Leaning in, he whispered softly, “Hey, buddy. I’ll be back soon, okay? Daddy’s just stepping out for a little bit. You’re doing great, champ.” Ethan stirred slightly, his sleepy eyes
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Tasha gently brushed her fingers through Ethan’s hair, her heart finally beginning to steady as he drifted off to sleep. His breathing was soft, peaceful now, but the memory of his frail body and burning fever still haunted her. She leaned down, placing a tender kiss on his forehead before standing up and quietly stepping out of the room. Robbin was waiting just outside, his back against the wall, arms crossed. His face softened as she approached, exhaustion etched in every line. “I need to get home and pack some things for Ethan,” Tasha whispered, glancing back through the small window to ensure Ethan was still resting peacefully. “His pajamas, some books… maybe his favorite blanket.” Robbin nodded, pushing off the wall. “I’ll come with you.” He patted his pockets, then frowned slightly. “I… didn’t bring my car. Everything happened so fast, I just rushed over here.”
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“How long has he been inside?” Daniel asked urgently, his breath coming fast. “Since last night,” Tasha whispered, her voice trembling. “He hasn’t come out… he said goodnight to me, since then he’s not responding.” Daniel didn’t waste another second. He stepped forward, pounding his fists against the door. “Ethan! Buddy, it’s Dad. Please open the door!” Silence. His heart sank. Without hesitation, Daniel stepped back, his jaw clenched. “I’m breaking the door down.” Tasha nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Ethan,” Daniel shouted again, his voice cracking with emotion, “move away from the door if you can, buddy. Please.” No response. Daniel braced himself and threw his shoulder against the door, again and again, until finally, with a loud crack, the lock gave
