CHAPTER FIFTY

I ran like I never did before, fueled by a blend of fear, determination, and the burning desire to reunite with Ethan.

I immediately made my way to Mr. Joe's sister's house to change my clothes, gather my things, and restrategize before facing the challenges that lay ahead.

The familiar scent of the house offered a evanescent respite, and with a quick change and a heist of my bag, I was ready to leave for Mr. Joe's place before the search for me began.

As soon as I arrived at the hospital where Ethan was, relief washed over me like a gentle drift.

To my surprise, Ethan was awake.

The joy that swelled within me was overwhelming, and I could not stay to embrace him, to hold him in my arms after what felt like an eternity.

With the documents in hand, I eagerly handed them over to Mr. Joe, our silent passing understanding to each other.

The fact that Ethan was conscious and on the path to recovery overshadowed every fear and consequences of my act.

After all, I wouldn't stay in