Garcia's rejection by Harvey left her shattered. The level of her mistakes and the reality of her circumstances bore down on her with severe pain. She was a shell of her former self, consumed by guilt, shame, and despair.The days that followed were a blur of misery. Garcia stopped eating, her once healthy body was gradually becoming gaunt and frail. She couldn't bring herself to bathe or even change her clothes, all the efforts put together by her family seemed insurmountable. Her hair, which was once meticulously styled, hung in greasy, tangled strands around her face. Her parents watched in helpless agony as their daughter deteriorated before their eyes. "Garcia, please," her mother pleaded one morning, after preparing breakfast but she didn't see, rather she began to cry. "You should have to eat something. Just a few bites."Garcia barely glanced at the plate of food her mother had placed before her. "I'm not hungry," she muttered, her voice was hollow.Her mother’s eyes were fill
Garcia's condition showed no signs of improvement. Her parents, Eloise and Michael, did everything they could think of to help her out of her depression, but nothing seemed to work. Day after day, Garcia would sit in the same spot, staring into space, completely disconnected from the world around her.Michael paced the small empty living room, with his face etched with worry. "We've tried everything," he said, his voice heavy with despair. "She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, and she doesn't talk to us. What more can we do?" Eloise, who was seated on the worn-out sofa, nodded slowly. "I don't know," she admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. "We can't just give up on her, but I feel so helpless."They had tried reaching out to their former friends, hoping that someone might be able to offer advice or support. But every door they knocked on was firmly shut. Those who had once been close to them now avoided them, unwilling to associate with a family that had fallen so far from grace.O
Garcia's depression had reached an unbearable peak. Each day felt like a heavy burden, and she could no longer see a way out. The constant pain and regret consumed her, making her feel trapped in an endless cycle of suffering. Her parents' efforts to help her seemed futile, and she felt herself slipping further into darkness. One night, as her parents slept, Garcia made a decision. She couldn't continue living this way. She couldn't endure the pain any longer. Quietly, she crept out of bed, careful not to make any noise that might wake her parents. She knew they wouldn't understand, and she didn't want to face their pleas for her to stay. Slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing a coat, she silently opened the front door and stepped out into the cool night. The streets were deserted, the silence broken only by the occasional distant sound of traffic. Garcia walked with the intention of ending it all, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way toward the bridge that spanned
The asylum was not the place of healing Garcia had hoped it might be. Instead of feeling better, her condition seemed to worsen each day. She began to exhibit signs of severe mental instability. Her once bright eyes were now empty, and her conversations, when she spoke at all, were filled with incoherent ramblings. Her parents, Mr. Michael, and Eloise visited her regularly, their hearts shattering more with each time they visited. On one particularly grim day, they found Garcia sitting in a corner of her room, rocking back and forth, mumbling to herself. The sight of their daughter, who once had so much life and potential, reduced to this state, was too much for them to bear. "Garcia, honey, it's Mom and Dad," Eloise said gently, kneeling beside her daughter. "Can you hear us?" Garcia looked up, her eyes were not truly focusing on her mother. "Mom... Dad..." she muttered, but there was no recognition in her voice, no connection to the reality around her. Mr. Michael couldn't hold bac
The night was dark with silence but was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves outside their temporary shelter. Lewis couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about their situation.The suffering in their family was something he couldn't ignore, and Lewis knew they had to do something drastic to change their situation. For how long can they endure such a harsh situation? He would have to do something either by hook or by crook.He looked by his side, his father was still sleeping. He had to wake him up. They needed to think and find a way out. "Dad, wake up," Lewis whispered, gently shaking his father's shoulder. He didn't want to wake his mother up.Mr. Michael groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up slowly. "Lewis, it's the middle of the night. What's wrong?"Lewis took a deep breath. "Dad, I have something on my mind to discuss with you.”Micheal gazed at him deeply wondering what was wrong. When Lewis was able to get his full attention, he continued. “We can't go on like
After a few minutes of being hopeful that Tom was going to deliver a good job, he came back saying he couldn't do it. Leaving Lewis and Micheal confused and angry with no option than to continue their search again.Mr. Michael and Lewis woke up early, feeling more determined to find the right person for their plan. He couldn't give up.The city streets were already rushing with activity as they ventured out, inspecting the people they saw on the road.They needed a person who could act convincingly, someone who wouldn't shiver in the presence of Harvey and could speak confidently without fumbling.Their first stop for that day was a nearby park where many homeless and struggling individuals gathered. Mr. Michael and Lewis approached a group of men sitting on a bench, sharing what little food they had."Good morning," Mr. Michael greeted them, trying to sound friendly and approachable.The men looked up, their eyes wary but curious. "Morning," one of them replied. "What do you want?""We
Lewis and Mr. Michael walked through the quieter part of the city, feeling doubtful. Mr. Thomas hadn't reached out to them since the last time they saw him. So they set out to meet with him. At least to know what went wrong.As they approached the older man sitting alone on the bench, they could see the deep lines of worry etched on his face. He was staring blankly into the distance, lost in his own thoughts and pain. "Excuse me, sir," Mr. Michael said gently, but the man didn't respond. He seemed completely absorbed in his worries.Lewis reached out and lightly touched the man's shoulder. "Sir, are you alright?" The man flinched slightly at the touch, his eyes slowly focusing on them. He looked at Mr. Michael and Lewis with a mix of confusion and sadness. As if he didn't recognize them. But when they looked closely, they found out it wasn't the same man they saw the other day."Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling with exhaustion. Mr. Michael showed a kind smile. "My name is M
Peter stood at the entrance of the Stephenson Company, with his heart thumping with a mix of excitement and nerves. He didn't know what to expect. Even though he had been properly trained, he had this fear and nervousness in him. He knows that if something goes wrong, his daughter will be dead.Mr. Michael and Lewis had coached him thoroughly, and he felt ready for this moment. So, he brushed off the fear that was threatening to consume him, he took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and stepped inside the impressive complex.As he walked through the extravagant lobby, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place. The glossy marble floors, the high glass walls, and the dapper, modern decor made it clear that this was a place of power and success. He swallowed hard, reminding himself why he was here and what was at stake.Peter stayed near the entrance, trying to look as casual as possible while keeping an eye out for Harvey. His patience was soon rewarded when a sleek bla