Out of nowhere, Derek's voice rang out, loud and urgent. "Elena," he shouted, his tone filled with a sense of urgency and desperation.
I was taken aback and responded quickly, my voice trembling with fear.
"Derek," I said, seeking to understand the reason behind his sudden outburst.
"Baby, please listen to me," Derek implored, his voice softening as he tried to calm my rising panic.
"He can't kill me, and he'll never hurt you or our baby."
His words were a lifeline in the storm of my fears, offering reassurance that I desperately needed.
Hearing Derek's words, I couldn't help but fall into tears. The weight of my anxieties and the constant threat that had loomed over us had taken a toll on my emotional well-being. Derek's presence and words were a balm to my frazzled nerves.
"Please do not cry. You don't have to be terrified of him," Derek added, his voice gentle and soothing as he wiped away my tears. He was my anchor in the midst of the tempest.
