Liana POV
“Miss,” a man kneels next to me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I pant as the pain subsides. “My stomach … but I’m okay now.”
He helps me up and I smile shyly at him.
“Thank you … uhm?”
“Stanley,” he smiles brightly.
“Thank you, Stanley,” I secure my handbag over my shoulder and pick up my bag.
“Can I give you a lift?” He asks as he walks with me in the direction of the bus stop.
“You’re kind, but no thanks,” I close my eyes as my abdomen cramps again.
“It’s raining,” he protests. “You’ll get sick. I promise I’m not a serial killer or …”
“I know you’re not,” I smile weakly. “You’re the guy that tried to save my brother.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he sighs. “I wish … what’s wrong?”
I cannot stop myself from moaning aloud when the pain hits again and I stop to catch my brea
