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Excruciating pain engulfed my entire body. The agony was unbearable. I let out a muffled groan as the captor pressed his foot onto my hand. "Why isn't he answering?" one kidnapper growled in frustration. "Are we sure we've got the right person?" another questioned. My chest tightened with anguish. I was torn between wanting Ash to answer and hoping he wouldn't, to keep him safe from harm. A piercing cry escaped my lips as my hair was violently yanked. "What's the deal? Why won't he pick up?" Through gritted teeth, I whimpered, "How am I supposed to know his reasons?"

A Desperate Call

I remained constantly at my mother's side, refusing to leave her hospital room.


Yet it wasn't just her medical state that crushed my spirit; it was the information the physicians had relayed to me - the final words she'd uttered before falling into her unresponsive state.


"She appeared distressed about some blossoms," one had mentioned softly when I inquired about the circumstances of her hospitalization.


"She expressed dissatisfaction that they were askew and requested we straighten them prior to delivery. Then she mentioned her daughter's husband was a wonderful person, just very occupied, and she wished to give her daughter a pleasant surprise with the flowers he'd requested she bring." The physician had explained.


She likely assumed the flowers were intended for me? She wanted her child to be content? She believed she was being helpful?


Chapter 8