It was a cool and breezy day. I was seated by the side of the window, sipping my dark coffee, and I was enjoying the view of New York City. This was the feeling I usually get from my new home, the house Jaxson bought for me, but this time I was in his house. I was in a secret house, the one he took me to the last time. It has been three months since Keith was kidnapped; he has gone through a series of therapies, and it is safe to say that my son is doing well. I woke up happy that day because the universe was finally giving me peace, thanks to gradually falling into pleasant places for me and my family. My dad’s health was improving as the day went by, and I was so happy to find out that he was able to walk out on his own, even though it was a short distance, but he was able to walk with his legs again. Above all of this, it has been three months without Sarah in my life. It hasn’t been easy but with the help of Jaxson, I was pulling through every day. Most days I spend my nights c
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