FREDDIE
Tory was breaking down in my arms, her pained sobs getting to me as I tried to keep my composure to be able to comfort her. As I held her close to my body, I looked at Christal, who was standing by the kitchen counter, her arms folded on her chest as she hugged herself, keeping her tears at bay.
She had gone through so much, but I had the feeling she was hiding something else, and she was afraid to tell me.
I will be patient, for her.
“Why don’t you take a warm shower and rest? It might help you feel better,” I suggested as I lifted her chin to look into her beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that who knows when they would see again. I had to talk to Amari; he must know a good doctor that can maybe see her and give us an honest opinion.
“Some rest sounds good. Thank you,” she repli
