Though the idea spooked me, I could smell Mr. Joe's genuine concern."Okay, let's do it. Thank you for helping me with this." As we continued our trip, I felt a blend of feelings – a mixture of fear and relief. Little did I know, the day would take an unanticipated turn. As soon as we arrived we walked towards the entrance door to check on Ethan, upon our arrival, a sense of urgency filled the air. Nurses hastened past us without a word, and a knot formed in my stomach. I approached the doctor, despair in my voice."What is going on? Where's Ethan?" The doctor's expression was cold."There has been an unforeseen complication. Ethan has been moved to another room. We are doing everything we can, but it's a critical situation." “A what!” My heart pounded in my chest, as fear set in. Mr. Joe and I rushed to the new room, only to find the doors shut. We enquired with the medical staff for information, but they remained tight- lipped. Tears welled up in my eyes as I cleaved

He would always say his helping Ethan was a way of getting justice for his late son. It was a testament to the strength of mortal connection in the face of adversity. The discussion carried on into the evening, and as we left Ethan's ward, I felt a blend of feelings – the weight of responsibility, the query of the future, and the comforting presence of my Dad's spirit and Mr. Joe by my side. I was determined to face it head-on, for Ethan and for the new family that had surfaced in the midst of our life's storms.The days at Mr. Joe's sister's place in the city were a blend of challenges and newfound connections.Mr. Joe had helped me draft a master plan to attack the mounting bills and problems girding Ethan's coma. After Packing a few things, I left for his sister's place. As I arrived at the bus-stop, she was already waiting for me with a warm smile, mirroring the kindness that sounded to run in the family. She took me to her home, introducing me to her eldest son, Gabri

“I will.” As James walked down, I felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. The first step into Ethan's company had proven more grueling than I expected, but I was determined to navigate the complications ahead. The hassle with Stella served as a stark memorial that the path to justice was full with challenges, and Elah, fueled by determination.I decided to take a walk around the company, feeding my eyes and taking memories of each part of the company. As soon as I got tired I decided to go to the hospital where David was. I knew it was not going to be possible to see him but I just wanted to see how he was faring. So I left the company and boarded a taxi.Firstly I sat in a coffee shop not far from the hospital thinking of how I was going to break the news of father's death to David.I didn't know I had stayed at the coffee shop for hours thinking.I shook myself off and left for the hospital.The evening sky cast a soft gleam as I arrived, my heart heavy with the weight of the

Without a second thought, she locked herself inside, seeking consolation from whatever had happened within the confines of Thomas's office. The sound of her muffled heartbreaks echoed through the whole room, creating an atmosphere of pressure. I dithered for a moment, torn between esteeming her buried body and offering a comforting presence. The weight of the knowledge that I carried, the scene that occurred behind the doors of Mr. Jakes and Thomas’ office, prompted me to take action. Swallowing my apprehension, I gently knocked on the door. “Lima, it's me, Elah. Can I come in? I just want to make sure you are okay,” I said calmly. For a brief moment, there was silence on the other side. With a loud shriek, Lima spoke, her voice cracking with the weight of her feelings.“Leave me alone, Elah. I do not need your pity or help.” I ignored her words and stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom door. The seconds ticked by as Lima wept in solitariness. I could not shake

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