Semua Bab Dared to love: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The atmosphere in the room had suddenly become grey and gloomy. Listening to Caterina narrate her ordeals, Lorraine felt her fears coming alive againAt that moment, she realized that she and Caterina were alike in a lot of ways than she had imagined.It was because of this reason that she could not find the right words to console her friend because she too, could not even manage the fear of losing everyone that ever meant anything to her. This was the one thing that made Lorraine always look back on the thought of running away and ending her connection to everyone in her life."I'm sorry I kept it a secret from you, but no one really knows what it's like," Caterina said in a sombre tone"No one knows what it's like to be haunted by your memories, to search for freedom like it was the air you needed to not feel so suffocated all the time", "DeAngelo and his mother are some of the nicest people I've met. But no matter the amount of love they could show me, it could never replace the

"Congratulations," Mark said as he glanced at Lorraine.She seemed slightly confused, wondering what he was congratulating for.She turned her gaze and shot him a quizzical look. Seeing her puzzled gaze, Mark pointed at her stomach and said "The baby", and then shifted his gaze back to the road"Clay told me about it. Congratulations. I'm happy for you two" he said kindly.A brief smile stretched Lorraine's lips as she recalled despite the times, there was still positivity in their world.Soon after that, silence engulfed them again. It was apparent to see that they were both lost in their heads. Lorraine was trying to figure out exactly what she would say to Clay when she found him. She figured a simple hug wouldn't suffice. If Clay was to feel even a fraction of relief she'd need to find a way to curb his sadness.Mark glanced at Lorraine and saw the pensive look on her face and tried to console her, "You're going to be okay", "I know this is his grandmother, but Clay's a strong g

At home, Clay walked upstairs to pack his suitcase, Lorraine was about to follow when Mark pulled her aside for a brief recap"How is he doing?" Mark asked with concern"You know. He's hanging in there for now, but I think he'll need someone to constantly check up on him" Lorraine replied gazing at Mark with a hint"I get that" Mark said walking towards the sofa, he sat on it and with a perturbed gaze said"I'll try my best to be there for him, but you know it's going to be difficult. Your husband is not the easiest of men to deal with", Mark said Lorraine slowly approached him and gently held his hand."I know," she said softly "Thank you, Mark" She joined him on the couch. The past few hours had not been what they expected.The only challenge Lorraine had envisioned was talking to Caterina to rehash their grievances and after that, she was probably going to get in bed and binge-watch an entire series of 'Love on the Boat' and eat ice cream.Instead, she had been delivered bad news

Clay's mansion in Italy was an architectural marvel. From the exteriors to the interiors, the design blended a modernistic touch with old Italian elegance.So some walls were made of porcelain and some polished wood. However, the constant white and grey theme of the house, coupled with the marble tiling gave the mansion an overall feeling of a museum gallery with antiquated sculptures and paintings.But what really captured the girls' attention as they walked into the house, was the massive 72-inch screen that displayed immersive colors and high-quality picture resolution in the living room.They all looked at each other with one common thought. However Lydia was the first one to voice out the question,"You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked excitedly, shifting her gaze among her friends "Game night!" They all said in excitementLorraine was standing at the entrance to the living room when they rushed towards her and pulled her insideElena gently sat her down on the couch,

The sound of light storms awoke Lorraine. Finally, it was Spring Season. She could feel it in the cold earthy musk in the air.This was usually her favorite type of the year. During these times, she'd get to stay in without anyone questioning her isolation or hearing the nagging sound of her mother, telling her to go out for some fresh air.How could she bother? When she had spent months striking rivers and streams with tiny locs of rainbows in the corner on her canvas, painting and dreaming of getting lost in the respite . No, Spring was for the artist, not for art.Spring was to follow the sweet aroma of coffee brewing on the kettle, with French toasts and waffles while going through the daily news that somehow the paper route boy always delivered, come rain or storm.It was the perfect way to start her morning, to breathe in the fresh smell of a newly printed newspaper pretending to be interested in ways the world was falling apart.Reading the reactions of people in the comments s