CHAPTER 47
“I got it, sweetheart,” She repeated what she said while she smiled and looked at the figure in front of her.
Both George and Phoebe stared at her blankly.
“Elisha?” Breathlessly uttered, pondering why she was smiling and crying at the same time.
“Umm—“ she gulped and gasped.
“Elisha, don’t you want to rest for a while?” Phoebe was so afraid of what was happening to her. Was she in shock? Phoebe placed her hand on her back and massaged it in a circular motion. She was aware of how depressing it might before Elisha to witness her husband covered with too much blood.
“Be strong, Elisha!” She cried.
After a few seconds, Elisha stopped crying and wiped the tears on her face with a tissue in front of them. She cleared her nose a couple of times and sniffed some air.
Elisha
