Chapter Twenty-one

For three days now, Janette had refused to do any schoolwork, eat or talk to anyone. All she does was to seat at the balcony staring blankly at the peaceful serenity before her. She thought the news of her miscarriage was the worst news ever, but when she came to know about Michael’s dead; she felt as though her wall was scrambling and there was nothing she or anyone can do about it; oh, only if money can bring Michael back. She wiped because she remembered how Michael saved her that day. The coming vehicle was aiming for the back of the car where she was sitting, but Michael was fast enough to turn the wheel. He was a good man, a wonderful and loyal guard at that.

Following the next evening, Danielle tucked Janette to sleep and watched her with concern and worry. She worried for her and her health too, even with the Doctor’s prescription sometimes is just hard for her to sleep at night.