CHAPTER 165

A few minutes back in time.

Nolan was still yet to open his eyes. Dorothy fingerpicked his favorite melody with a guitar, but that didn’t seem to work. Once the song ended, tears overflowed as her heart spoke to him in silence.

He soon opened his eyes and disrobed the gloom off his wife’s face. There were no bounds to her joy from seeing her husband come back to life from a near death situation.

Nolan tried to speak, but he found it hard to move his jaw. “Where… am… I?” He didn’t seem to remember what had happened before the accident, at least not yet.

“In a guest room,” she replied, wiping her tears away. “You don’t remember falling from the balcony?”

“Balcony…” as seconds passed, what had happened with George flashed in his mind like the fastest poison out there and stung his soul sharper and deeper than any sword ever could. And he started crying like a baby.

She thought he was crying because of the situation his body was in, but she had no idea that it was the sense of emptiness s