Emanuel’s P.O.V.
“Can you take me to her?” I looked up at Charlette with raised brows when she asked me in a low voice.
She was still looking at her plate but had a sad expression on her face. I felt something off about her when I reached her but didn’t ask because I wanted her to open her heart to me by herself.
“I miss her,” she whispered, tightening her grip on her fork, sadness evident in her voice.
I put my fork down and grabbed her hand on the table. She didn’t look at me, but her body trembled very faintly. I was sitting next to her. So, it was easy for me to notice this trembling.
“Give me two more days, love. I promise that I will take you to her. She is stable for now. Doctors said th…. That it may be a possibility that she will wake up soon too,” I assured her softly, my ey
