The line had gone dead before I could say another word. The stalker had grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me toward the alley. His hand reeked of sweat and cigarettes. I still remember how my throat burned from screaming.
And then by sheer luck a stranger passed by.
Tall, broad-shouldered, built like a wall.
The stalker took one look at him and bolted into the dark.
That night, I walked home alone, shaking. Dominic never called back. Never even asked what happened.
So that’s what his love looked like… wild, selfless, burning. The kind of love I begged for and never got.
A nurse came out, her scrubs stained with blood. “The knife missed his heart by just a millimeter,” she said. “Is Miss Lory here? We need a family member’s signature.”
Loriana’s tears sparkled like pearls under the light. “Oh… I’m not family. His wife is right there.”
The nurse turned to me, startled. “But… the patient kept calling for someone named ‘Lory.’ And when he was conscious earlier, he… he said he wanted to leave all his assets to Miss Loriana. His wife.”
Her words trailed off when she realized what she’d said.