Chapter 17 (1/2): Moving Forward
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DOMINIC PIERRE'S POINT OF VIEW
"Good Morning, Sir." A voice coming from the door can be heard in my room, it's almost five in the afternoon, as what the wall clock said is hanging above the door wall.
My mom left after lunch and Vianna is, I don't know, maybe in a salon because she said she wants a haircut. The two of them left me here almost two hours ago, but I'm fine being alone. To be honest, I just want to be discharged but everytime I sleep and that woman in my dreams appears, my head hurts and that makes me complain about it. So the Doctor forbade me to go home soon.
"Uhh. Came in." I urged her. I wonder who she is. She didn't sound like Vella and well, Vella didn't ever call me 'Sir'. And now, I'm thinking of her whereabouts.