Adrian… The scene unfolded in slow-motion; the car began to roll and came to a stop against something. It's probably a tree or a pole. I saw pieces of windshield flying everywhere, Willow being tossed around and pieces of glass hitting her. She didn’t move; her body went limp, and she slumped over.
Adrian… “They said I would find you here.” Harry looked over at the children and gave me a small, sympathetic smile. “How are you guys doing?” he asked softly. “I am trying to stay strong for the three of us. Where is Kylie?” “She is on her way. I was driving home from work when Kylie called me
Willow… After three weeks, they finally released me. “Sign here and then you are all good to go.” The nurse at reception smiled as she handed me the form. Although I could walk on my own, I was still a bit clumsy, but the doctor said after a few more sessions of therapy, I could walk normally again
Adrian… Yesterday, Willow almost drowned herself. This made me have sleepless nights. I was tossing and turning the entire night, afraid that I would lose her. I was awake at midnight thinking about how I could help her. I didn’t want to lose her. The children asked me if they could go to Harry and
Adrian… I turned around in bed to wrap my arms around Willow but she was nowhere and I was grabbing at air. I dropped my arms down. I lifted my head up and tried to see; a few rays were streaming through the curtains. I bolted up when I saw the time. I had to go to the office. I ran down the stairs
Adrian… I told Harry to meet me at my office, where we could talk in private. I was agitated about who wanted to hurt Willow. I couldn’t think of anyone. I arrived at my office and told my secretary to cancel the appointments I had for today since I knew this was more important. I sat behind my des
Adrian… The sunlight woke me up as it shined brightly through the curtains. I let out a groan and massaged the back of my neck. “I am getting too damn old for this,” I muttered, straightening up and letting out a weary sigh. “I was about to say the same thing.” I hear Maureen’s voice; she had a du
“Sounds romantic,” the woman said, rolling her eyes and laughing. I could tell it was fake and the way she glared at Willow made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Tell us how you feel about the fact that someone was there taking those pictures,” the same creepy man asked. “To be honest, I