All Chapters of Till Time Do Us Part: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Good morning.” “Is this another dream?” blurted Zia Scott as she reached her tiny hand out to lightly squeeze Edward Bartlett’s cheek, who was kneeling on the floor beside the couch where she was lying. “Hmm?” uttered Edward. “Are you still feeling sleepy, Sophia? You can sleep more if you want.” “What?!” Zia abruptly sat up and scanned the surroundings. “Gray’s apartment? Why am I here?” “You said you wanted to come with me and get your aunt Gray’s stuff, but you fell asleep in the car so I carried you here so you can properly lie down,” said Edward as he stood and walked to the kitchen. “So, this is reality?” mumbled Zia to herself as she palmed her face. “Man, that was a long dream.”

“Gray?” uttered a bemused Sarah Lewis. “But I thought you just woke up? Is it alright for you to walk around already? Wait, did you get a haircut? You dyed your hair black too.” “Did you just mistake me for that woman?” scowled Azriel at her then after he wore his glasses, he pulled on Elreese’s hands wrapped around him. “And get this little creature away from me.” He gently pushed the little girl toward her. “And aren’t you Sasha Neuman? According to my data, you supposedly died three years ago because of an imprudent drunk driver.” “Dead?” giggled Sarah and pointed at herself. “I’m Sarah Lewis, remember? Did you forget about me?” She took back the glasses on Elreese’s hand and wore it. “Or…” She hesitated as she finally got a clear vision of the person in front of her. “Are you not Gray? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear glasses before.”

Approximately an hour had passed since Edward went to work and Zia Scott refused to move even an inch from the couch. She had already read through the two magazines on the table, and was planning to read them again from the first page as long as she wouldn’t have to deal with Azriel. Azriel, on the other hand, also hadn’t moved from the armchair beside the bed. She wanted to talk with the sleeping Gray but with him hogging the chair, she couldn’t do it. Plus, with other people inside, she had to stay on her guard and keep pretending like a child. It was silent. Even Dillon who had been given permission to sit had not uttered even a single sigh. He had just been staring at who knows what. And even if she could only see the back of Azriel’s head from where she was, she was certain he was also pretty much staring at something too.

“Mmmmphhmmm,” uttered Gray Stewart under the pillow as she continued to resist. She grabbed the man’s wrists with her hands but in her state, she could barely inflict pain to the man’s bulky arms. “Damn it!” she thought to herself. “This is the lamest way to die! I was better off dying after getting dramatically shot at that rotting factory.” Realizing that she could never outpower the man, she pulled the needle from the back of her left hand---a skill she executed for the third time already and would definitely invite the nurse’s nagging again given she would survive the long night. After successfully pulling out the needle, she stabbed the man somewhere on his body that she had no idea of knowing, because her face was buried under the pillow, and would sooner be buried 6 feet underground if she wouldn’t be able

“Your mother?!” exclaimed the evidently surprised Zia Scott, looking up at the woman by the door. “Excuse me?” asked the seemingly bemused woman as she glanced at the little girl. Then, she dragged her eyes to look at Gray. “How may I help you?” “Y-you’re,” stammered Gray, her eyes quivering with confusion. “Where’s Amanda Corbett?” The woman put her palm on her chest. “I am Amanda Corbett. Do I know you?” Even with her name verified, Gray was still having a hard time believing. The woman just had a very close resemblance to a woman that once shunned her. She may have not seen that woman for over five years already, but she figured that’s how the wrinkles and age spots would find her face right now. “N-no,”