All Chapters of Till Time Do Us Part: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The bottle of aspirin rattled as Gray Stewart shook one pill out. When she brought one to her mouth, Zia approached her on the kitchen counter. “Are you still having those nightmares?” she whispered. “I thought they stopped while you were in the hospital?” Gray finished downing a glass of water and looked down at her. “It did.” She closed the lid of the pill bottle and put it back on a drawer. “Now, it’s back.” She turned and went to the dining table and saw Azriel sitting at the head of it. She pulled back a chair farthest from him and took a seat. Zia also pulled back a chair, the one beside Gray, making herself the center between the two siblings. On the other hand, Edward was already seated on the other side of Azriel, right across from Zia. “Dig in, you guys,” initiated Edward. Zia reached for the mashed potatoes, and seeing this, Edward stood and took it. “Here, let me help you, Sophia.” He scooped a spoonful into her plate and added another one. “Is this enough?” He looke

Zia Scott fiddled with her chubby little fingers as she stared unfocused at Edward Bartlett, dreading the time he would finish washing the dishes and commence the call that he previously mentioned he would do. “...a…ia…phia…sophia…Sophia?” Her attention was brought back to reality with his call. “Y-yes?” Apparently, he had been holding a glass he had finished rinsing and waited for her to receive it. She promptly took the glass from him and started wiping it with the dish towel. “Are you all right, Sophia?” he asked. “Is something bothering you?” “Y-yes, yes, I’m all right.” She coerced her lips into a smile to reassure him. “I was just thinking about…something.” He turned off the faucet. “May I know what it is?” He turned to her. “Maybe I can help.” “Okay, I got his attention now,” she thought to herself. She wandered her eyes around, mostly the ceiling, hoping an idea would knock itself into her mind. “Something,” she thought. “Something that would take your mind off of your

“Why is her phone in your bag, Sophia? Why do you have it?” said Edward Bartlett as his eyes swiveled between the little girls and Zia’s phone he found in the pink sling bag. “I-i-i-i,” stuttered Zia as the orbs in her eyes were shaking, and her trembling lips had dried up. She could feel cold beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. Her little chubby hands had gone sweaty from all the tension and nervousness she was feeling. “Sophia?” he called him. She looked at him full of anxiousness. “E-e-ed…” And just then, a thought struck her. “Why don’t I just tell him?” she thought to herself. “He will surely believe me the same way Gray did, right? He will accept me, right?” She was faced with a predicament. However, in that situation, she could only use one option; to come clean with him. “E-ed,” she uttered, her voice still shaking against her will. “T-the…the t-truth i-is—” “What’s going on? Why are you guys being all weird and tense?” Edward and Zia both had their attention shif

With Gray Stewart gone to her bedroom, only Zia and Edward are left standing in the hall. She shot a glance at him who still had bemusement plastered on his face. He then looked at her which utterly surprised her, but it was already too late for her to look away. She took a deep sigh. “Aunt Gray calls me Zee the same way she calls Aunt Zia because she said I look like Zia when she was little so I reminded Gray of her,” she said in a fast-paced manner. Then she looked back without checking his reaction. “Good night, Edward.” She waved her hand above her head and made her way toward Gray’s bedroom. When she entered the bedroom and locked the door behind her, she saw Gray sitting on the side of the bed, staring down at her phone. “You really just left me after you made that mistake,” bellyached Zia as she stood by the door. “Why didn’t you help me clear it up?” Gray shot her a cold, uninterested glance and stared back at her phone. “You said my excuse was stupid,” she said lethargic

BANG! BANG! BANG!The children held captive together with Zia Scott had started throwing a fuss to the series of gunfire heard from beyond the tunnel.“You stay here. Guard the kids,” said a man with a strange mohawk hairstyle and went away.“What is happening outside?” thought Zia to herself.“Nooooo! So noisyyyyy! Mommyyyyy!” cried a little boy behind her.“I’m scaaaaared! Dadddddyyyyy!” bawled another one.“Shut the fuck up!” roared the guard seated on his chair with the gun on his hand, resting on his lap.Zia anxiously glanced at him who seemed to have tightened his grip on the gun. She looked behind her.“Everyoneee~” she uttered, beckoning their attention; however, their cries were deafening on top of the ceaseless gunfire outside. She slightly tilted her head in disappointment, then she started to sing. “Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream,” she commenced, but nobody seemed to have heard her. The children were too overwhelmed to even hear anything now aside from eac