From the age of six to thirty-two, during those twenty-six years, they had been separated for eleven years. Life was so short, yet so much time was wasted on those events, making it hard to accept.
He bit his lips slightly, resenting himself for the first time for having fallen ill, and with such a disease.
There was nothing he could do but rely on luck.
The night was deep, and Samuel Johnson slowly exhaled, his body still feverish, and this fever, he did not know when it would end.
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The night passed quietly like that.
Amanda Smith woke up from a strange bed, not hearing the sound of waves nor smelling the saltiness of the sea, but the scent of disinfectants. She opened her eyes and took a moment to figure out where she was.
Lily Smith was still asleep; after all, she had been on a plane for over ten hours and had been running around with Hadley Morrison yesterday. Even with all her energy, she was now soundly asleep.
