Simone was discharged the following morning. Sweet, loving William had spent the night with her at the hospital, caring for her so gently, she could have cried, even going as far as to tell her a story.
They were soon in the backseat of the car, and she leaned against him, almost ready to doze off — she was feeling extra lethargic… but then, she thought she saw a building she wasn’t familiar with.
“Where are we going?” She asked him in a whisper, ready as she was to close her eyes.
“You’ll see, Angel,” he replied, his voice deep but soft.
Albeit curious, she was too tired to remain awake.
It felt like hours had passed, though it might have only been a few minutes, when William caressed her face, declaring, “We’re here.”
She sat up groggily, looked around, her eyebrows knitting in a c
