Rachel's POV"Hey..." I said, and it almost sounded like a sigh. "How are you doing?""I am good." I could help but recognise the tiredness in his voice. He was exhausted. If only this had been a video call. My mistake, I should've thought of that sooner. I wanted to be able to see his face right now so I could try and read his face, and thereby, interpret his thoughts. "How're things up your front?""I'm doing fine. How's Sasha doing?""She had woken up an hour ago, she's doing good too." He said. "She didn't talk, and the doctor has advised us not to bother her too much. She was in a medically induced coma for a while and her surgery well went. No post-op complications that we should be worried of, so yeah, all good."I frowned at his tone. It wasn't very convincing, which piqued my interest further because I hardly ever heard him so low."Are you alright?""Yeah, why wouldn't I be?""Your tone isn't very convincing," I said with a strict tone."Yeah, I'm just exhausted.""I can cal
Alan's POVI could sense how tensed my mother was by stealing just a glance at her side. If her exterior was in such visible stress, I could only imagine what she was going through inside."She'll be fine, Mom," I tried to assure her, but I highly doubted if my tone did the job. When she failed to reply, I realised that it indeed did no good. Defeated, I followed her gaze toward the source of her worry, looking through the glass window instilled to provide privacy to the patient.Inside the room stood three men from the police department along with my sister, who had woken up just hours ago from a small nap. The first time she had woken up after surgery, she sent my mother into a deep pit of agony as she failed to produce any response when questioned about her state.Although the doctors had informed us that it was nothing out of the ordinary and that it generally takes patients who had just undergone brain surgery a lot of time to be able to express all their bodily functions, mainly
Alan's POVThere were so many things I absolutely adored about Rachel. More than anything, I respected her for the person that she was. Her drive, her compassion and her dedication to her job are the few things that have impressed me tremendously. If I were to say, I could go on and on about her for hours although I haven't even known her for very long.From what I could see, she was complete wife material. Meaning, in general terms, she checked all the boxes in my mother's notebook. She was domestic, driven and immensely caring. She knew exactly how to maintain her career and her personal life, when to prioritise the right thing and how to maintain a balance between all her relationships.She essentially creates harmony around her everywhere she goes. Despite coming from such a messed up family, she astounds me with being the person that she was. I strongly believed that my parents are to be credited for carving me into the person that I am today.I believe that parent's play a very
Rachel's POV“You did what?” His all too familiar voice greeted my ears.I grimaced upon detecting the tone of his voice. This was precisely what I was worried about.“I’ve actually had lunch with her.” I winced further while uttering the words for I knew all too well how they were going to mess with his head.“Are you kidding me?” His voice was borderline angry. Hearing him, I slowly began to grow worried for myself. Shit, what have I done?I lauded my decision to have walked away from Emilia’s hearing range before I called him from the balcony in her flat because I didn’t know what I’d do if they had heard his shriek from the phone. It would have been very awkward and difficult to maintain my composure in our course of conversation.“Alan, please don’t be angry with me,” I muttered, feebly. “I didn’t have a choice.”I heard him sigh from the other end, and after a few seconds pause, he replied, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to use that tone. And I’m not angry with you.” After a
Rachel's POVAfter much contemplation, I decided that it was better if I waited until he restored his senses before I talked to him. Both of us were definitely incapable of handling the situation in an amicable manner so that seemed like the most logical step. Shaking my head off the thoughts, both figuratively and literally, I walked back inside to join Emilia and Mark.“What’s for Dinner?” I announced my presence as I walked into the room, where Emilia and Mark were preoccupied with something on Mark’s phone.“That’s what we’re trying to decide for the past twenty minutes,” Mark mumbled and frowned at the screen of his phone.Rolling my eyes, I said, “That is so typical of you both. What can you not decide on now? Whether to try Indian or Mexican?”“Or Chinese,” Emilia added. So I was right. “What would you pick?”“I think it’s expected of me to say Indian, since, you know, I am almost Indian in blood.” I uttered and reclined backwards on the sofa beside Emilia and grabbed hold of a
Alan's POVAfter getting off the call, I’d be a fool to even think of falling asleep.Groaning in frustration, I chugged off my clothes and walked into the shower to get some help with that. While I struggled to put a name or reason to my annoyance, the cold water easily slipped down my back.Reeling a deep breath in, I tried to focus all my attention on what was running through my body and less on my mind. That was a technique I had managed to master whenever I felt clueless. I was someone who proclaimed to have an idea about everything, but that, like many things in my life, had evidently changed in the past few weeks.Since I knew that my thoughts were in a very toxic place right now and that if I pondered on them, I would just end up thinking about the wrong things, and thereby react in a reckless manner, I thought it fit to temporarily seek a distraction.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. Generally, the idea of her staying on my mind all day long was appeasing
Alan's POV“Hello?” Her voice sounded rushed, somewhat like a tired sigh.Worried she was busy, I asked, “You busy?”“No.” Came her quick reply. I couldn’t miss the eagerness in her voice. “No, no, not at all. Why would I be? I’m home. We just took a break, we’re not busy. I mean, Emilia and Mark are, but I’m not. I’m not busy.”“Right.,” I mumbled, silently wondering why she was acting so tensed. “Well,” I swallowed. “I didn’t like how we left things off earlier. How I left things off. I’m sorry for hanging up on you like that, it was not my intention to act like a dick. I’m really sorry.”I could hear her unsteady breath sounds from the other end, which motivated me further to add, “When you called, I was already worried about Sasha. I was suspecting Douglas. And when I heard that Marla met you, I was just... I panicked, you know. I was worried.”“I know,” She said in a low whisper. “I understand why you reacted that way. I’m not angry with you. I just, as I said, I didn’t know how
Rachel's POVWith an insuppressible grin on my face, I walked back into the flat. A hint of a smile was still dancing on my lips as I walked into the living room but it was fazed when confusion swarmed over my brain, "Where's Mark?"Emilia narrowed her eyes at me, studying me unusually whilst she replied. "Him? He's gone to bed."Tilting my head towards left, I frowned, slightly, "Already?""It's way past midnight so yes." Emilia shrugged and kept her lingering gaze on me nonetheless."Already?" I mumbled to myself as I stole a quick glance at the clock hung on the wall. True to her words, the time was almost 1 AM."What's the matter with you? Why are you so happy?"Shrugging, I avoided her gaze. "No reason.""Was that a sex call, then?""Of course, not!""Well, you do look awfully... pleased by the phone call so I'm guessing he did more than just apologizing."Heat climbed to my cheeks at the mention of him. For reasons previously unknown, just a mere thought of him was producing ver