For a fleeting moment, Annabelle felt all her current efforts were worth it.
Leona Grant wrapped his arm around her waist, lifted her up, then sat on the bed and placed her on his lap. His lips pressed against hers. He didn't speak, just gazed at her, as if trying to freeze her in his sight forever.
Annabelle gazed back at him, just as deeply.
They had been apart for over twenty days, but to her, it felt like a lifetime.
Though they spoke on the phone every day, it did nothing to ease the longing. It only made her miss him more.
Leona Grant cupped her face and kissed her.
For some reason, he had been feeling very uneasy lately, as if something terrible was about to happen. His heart was in a constant state of panic, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact feeling. He hadn't even felt this way when he first found out he was poisoned.
