Alex’s P.O.V.
Anaira was sleeping peacefully right now. I was hell worried for her when she coughed blood. She was so weak and pale. She had endured so much pain and I was not able to soothe her. The doctor said that we had to care for a few weeks until her wound in her chest heals properly. I was so scared that I didn’t know how to react. John had gone from our lives but left the scars that would take time to be faded.
I lay down on the couch. I was feeling exhausted and tired. In the past 6 months, almost every day was chaos on average. Finally, we got this peace in our lives where we didn’t need to be afraid of the fact that someone was lurking for the most precious women of my life.
I felt the vibration of my phone and picked up the phone from the central table. It
