Tempted by Sin

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edication? There haven't been

e and look down at the chart gripped firmly in his hands. "As of right now, she's responding well to the chemotherapy, but we will ensure we keep a close eye on her at all times. If anything g

I have been searching for since the moment she was admitted many months ago. Taking care of a parent is hard enough for anyone because they don't want to see their loved one in a situation

an with a corporate job in marketing, going on dates after my father left her a few years before that, with a jam-packed social life. A woman like that doesn't want to admit that something is wrong with her

en my mom is going through chemotherapy for ovarian cancer. "Know

er is in good hands with us." He stands upright, his eyes focused on mine. In an

bill I'd recently received. We've managed to pay all the previous bills, with the help of my fiance, but it is still scar

ldn't pay the bill, but I've always been touchy about such things, espe

the opposite direction. I watch the back of his head until he's no longer in view. He's a rather young-looking man, possibly in his late to mid-

reathing, not wanting her to see the stress and worry I'm sure is writ

ends of her blonde hair before untying the knots and starting again. It's a habit I've seen her do many times when I was a child. After three rounds of chemo, her hair is starting to thin considerabl

They light up instantly, and a smile curves her plump lips.

gainst my clothed thighs. One of the things I despise most about hospitals is how goddamn

her frail torso and the crease lines forming at the corners of her eyes and lips. She appears much older and more frail than a

nd reaches out for my hand, which I gladly extend. She feels warm in my grasp, reminding me of when I was a little girl and would only find comfort in the

over the past few weeks due to our other office

how much you wanted to help people. I thought at the time you meant as a medical doctor or something. Turns out you ar

h high school, university, and the many placements I had to do to get to where I am now. But at the same time, I don

reluctance to talk about myself and my career. "I have

Liam. M

doesn't quite reach my eyes speaking about my fiance. "He did ask me to tell you hello. With his campaign in full

o, but just know that I'm always here to offer any advice you may need." She licks her lips and squeezes my hand gently. "Beli

he worked with hurt more than I thought it would. Not only did he have an affair, but he chose to cut us both out of his life because his new girlfriend told hi

from everyone around her, but I could read her like a book. She was hurt and angry. But she hid it from everyone, not wan

vor cake we want and how to arrange the flowers,

ng and the many articles she has read while lying in this hospital bed. Although I'm terrified for her and what her future will look like, the comfort and

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ures at night that require many layers of clothing to bring even a sliver of warmth to your cold body. It's one of the many reasons why I tend to rush ho

I would do anything for her, even

e lot was jam-packed with cars, forcing me to park at the very back in one of the last free spaces. While it is annoying having to walk so far to the f

isn't caused by the wind and snowflakes lashing across my skin. No, that kind of shiver is caused by unwanted eye

besides the few street lamps illuminating the large space. There are plenty of dark areas for someone to hi

another chill raci

oo. All I need to do is get to the safety of my car and lock the doors, shutting them out completely. It's not much of a plan, nor is i

use the key fob to unlock the car. My fingers shake as I yank the door handle harshly and slide into t

ny signs of movement. I frown, wondering if I had made up the feeling of someone watching me. But that doesn't

p across the parking lot. I squint in an attempt to get a better look at whoever it is I'm seeing. The outline appears to be that of a man, but he's

t I'm seeing. My heart races so fast I fear it m

direction, that I realize this man is watching me and not just an

sh

With some effort, I slide the key in and twist, roaring the cold engine to life. I don't bother wa

of the exit lane and onto the main road, I catch sight of the mask covering his face, my blood running cold. The base of the ma

still feel his eyes piercing through my skin, my soul. Exhaling a shaky