There were Ezra’s sweet whispers by my side. “Evie, if I ever hurt you, you mustn’t forgive me easily!”
And my child’s first line when learning to talk. “Mom, I love you!”
..…
Yet at last, everything that stayed was Ezra’s harsh blame, his sickened look, slowly eating me away, little by little.
Too loud, this place.
Why didn’t people who broke true love suffer like being stabbed by countless needles? Why did those who got hurt have to walk in fear?
Ezra, I hated you, I hated you so deeply…
I wanted to stay alive, to see you get punished myself.
When I opened my eyes again, a known voice gently reached my left ear.
He said, “Evie, I’m here to bring you back home.”
Vera, lying in a coma for many years, had already turned into an unchangeable reality, yet what made my anger grow even more was when our kid was being saved, he was still wrapped in bed together with Heidi.
I had to make them suffer the cost!
I used a huge amount of money to hire a private investigator, fully check the facts of the crash, and hand over all the proof one by one to the court, charging Heidi with intentional homicide.
During these several days at the hospital, I took care of all matters, while Ezra had no updates at all.