Theresa.
I had truly thought it was the absolute end for me—that I was slipping into the dark unknown and never coming back. But the very moment I managed to open my heavy eyelids, I could only think about one thing above all else: the safety of my precious pup. And in that terrifying fog of waking up, only one name crossed my desperate mind—Lawrence.
"Lawrence…!" I called out softly, my voice barely more than a raspy whisper the second my eyes could adjust to the light and form a clear image of my surroundings.
A quick glance around the sterile room told me everything I needed to know: I was lying in a hospital bed yet again.
