Chapter 215


    Chapter 215: Home Sweet Home


    Moana


    Just as the doctor promised, I was prescribed some medicine for the baby and for sleep and then I was


    sent hometer that day once my bloodwork and vitals all came back within a normal range. The entire


    way home, Edrick didn’t let go of my hand. Every time I nced over at him, it seemed as though he


    was looking at me, and that wasforting to me. The memory of our time spent together in my bed


    before I was taken to the police station stayed in my mind, which was a wee distraction from


    everything else. It felt as though there was no longer a wall between us, and I hoped that everything


    would smooth itself out from there.


    When we arrived back at the penthouse, E came running as soon as the elevator doors opened and


    practically flew into my arms.


    “Moana!” she cried, sobbing into my chest. “I thought you were never gonnae home!”


    “It’s okay, baby,” I cooed as I stroked her hair and held her tightly and blinked back my own tears. “I’m


    home now.” I could only imagine the sort of distress that E was under the entire time I was at the


    hospital. After learning about what happened at the warehouse, I imagined that the poor little girl feared


    the worst. Although Edrick nned to find me a therapist, I just hoped more than anything that E


    could get some counseling, too. Hopefully, at the very least, I thought that this ordeal was thest bit of


    stress we would need to deal with as a little family. Although with my dream about Michael still lingering


    at the back of my mind, I wasn’t so sure that that would be the case.


    As I held the crying E in my arms and Edrick silently rubbed my back, I suddenly looked up to see


    Selina standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. Her face looked puffy, like she had been crying


    nonstop for days. Even just seeing her like that made me want to cry.


    Without a word, she walked up to me and pulled me in for a tight hug. The feeling of the old


    housekeeper’s arms around me was a much neededfort, like an embrace from a mother. When


    we finally pulled away, I couldn’t help but smile.


    “Let’s get you to bed,” Selina said, guiding me to my room before I could protest. I nced over my


    shoulder at Edrick onest time, who just watched me with a worried expression on his face before he


    was out of sight. Selina led me to my room andid me down, although I wasn’t all that tired.


    “If you need anything, just let me know,” she said, patting my hand gently with a weak smile. “I’ll be


    here for you all day.”


    Knowing that the old housekeeper would take good care of me made me smile. I was just d to be


    home, in a safe environment. Maybe now I would feel better about everything and wouldn’t have


    another shback.


    That afternoon, Edrick had to leave to go to work since he had apparently spent all of his time at the


    hospital. I thought that he should stay home and rest along with me, but he insisted on leaving; and


    part of me felt as though he secretly felt like he needed to work in order to regain a sense of normalcy. I


    just hoped that his exhaustion wouldn’t hit him too hard, and I gave the Alpha billionaire stern orders to


    have the driver take him to and from work, which he thankfully obliged.


    E, the two maids, and Selina floated in and out of my room for a while to check on me or keep me


    company, but for the most part I was left alone so that I could rest. I wasn’t tired, though, so I spent my


    afternoon drawing in my sketchbook and reading while wistfully ncing out the window and wishing


    that I could be in my ssroom instead. At the very least, I did have my wolf to keep mepany,


    although she was exhausted from protecting me during those few days and was not a constant source


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    It must have been around two or three o’clock in the afternoon when I was drawing in my sketchbook. I


    was working on a nature sketch and listening to ssical music, and everything felt fine. That was why


    whatever happened next came as so much of a surprise.


    One moment, I was smiling to myself as I drew. I wasfortably propped up in bed with the promise


    of a cup of tea and a sandwich for lunch on its way from Selina. My window was wide open, allowing


    the cool autumn breeze and the sounds of the city to float in. Everything feltfortable, warm, and


    safe.


    The next moment, however, everything changed. It didn’t feel as though any time passed at all; it was


    as though I was just sitting there, then I blinked and everything was different.


    I was no longer in my bed. I opened my eyes to find that I was standing in the middle of my room,


    although that wasn’t the most rming thing. What was most unsettling, and what made me p my


    hand over my mouth in shock, was the fact that I had somehow scribbled dozens upon dozens of


    pictures that were now scattered all around my bedroom. The floor was covered in pieces of paper


    ripped from my sketchbook. The lines on the pages were dark and heavy, and I had pushed down so


    hard on some of them that I had bored holes straight through the paper.


    All of the images depicted the most vile, violent scenes that I could have possibly imagined. Blood,


    gore, death… It was like a battle had been fought in my bedroom, and the evidence was on paper. I


    gasped as I looked around, but that gasp turned into an outright sob when I padded across my room to


    find that a particr sketch of Edrick and E at the theme park on the ferris wheel had been


    completely scribbled over and destroyed. I fell to my knees and sobbed again as I picked up the paper


    with shaking hands. I nearly shrieked when I saw that what I had covered my original sketch with was a


    dark, heavy, scribbled image of the knife from my dream about Michael.


    What had happened? I didn’t remember doing any of this… I just blinked; one moment I was in my bed


    andfortable, and then the next moment I was here with this horrific mess all around me. I didn’t


    have a shback or anything of the sort; at least, I didn’t remember having one.


    Suddenly, I heard the door creak. I jumped to my feet in an attempt to m it shut so no one would


    see, but it was toote. Selian was already standing in the doorway with a tray of food in her hands.


    “We didn’t have mayonnaise, so I hope you don’t mind—” she began, but her voice faltered as she saw


    the mess in my room. The old housekeeper froze, her eyes widening as she looked around. “Moana…


    What happened?”


    I didn’t know what to say. All either of us could do was stand there, frozen to our spots, and stare at


    each other inplete and utter shock.