|Theodore|
Fourth…night.
I leaned back in the armchair positioned near the bed, my gaze fixed on Carmella as she slept. This was the second night I found myself watching over her, unable to tear my eyes away from her peaceful form.
Four days ago, her sudden disappearance had shaken me to my core, a brutal reminder that everything could change in the blink of an eye.
The memory of her vanishing lingered, a haunting echo in my mind. I never wanted to feel that helplessness and fear again--the same paralyzing terror I’d felt when she was fighting for her life after the war. It was as if time had rewound, forcing me to relive the…darkest moments of my life.
Since that day, my world has been consumed by a relentless blur of vigilance and exhaustion. Sleep was a distant memory, replaced b
