Chapter 212: Miss
"Miss, the papers are ready for the medical tourism procedure. Your husband has received the medical visa as well. These are the tickets." He handed her the documents carefully. "You’ll be able to leave as early as tomorrow."
The woman picked up the tickets, the visa, and the stack of other supporting documents. She glanced through them, flipped through each one to make sure they were in order, then placed the whole bundle aside with care.
"And...what about the boy I told you to look for?" she asked in a cool voice.
"As far as I’ve been informed, the boy has already left the country, ma’am," the assistant replied, hesitating for a second. "However, we’ve yet to confirm that fully. You had asked us to prioritize getting these documents sorted first, so I didn’t probe too deeply into his whereabouts. Would you like me to start digging into it now?"
The woman shook her head slowly, then reached for a thick bundle of cash. Without another word, she tossed it onto the table in front of him. "There’s no need for that—not yet," she said. "I’ll let you know if I need anything further."
The man gave a polite bow and murmured a quiet "thank you" before slipping out of the room, his footsteps fading into silence behind the heavy door.
Myra Vaughn stood still for a moment, her eyes lingering on the space he had just vacated. Then, slowly, she turned toward the bed where her husband lay sleeping—still, silent, unaware of the storm outside these walls.
She rose from her chair and walked toward him with a soft rustle of fabric trailing behind her. At the side of his bed, she paused, her gaze fixed on his face. He looked so peaceful, almost boyish, with his features relaxed in slumber.
Bending slightly, Myra reached out and gently wiped a faint trace of moisture from the corner of his mouth. Her hand lingered, then moved upward to smooth a crease on his brow, her fingers brushing lightly across his skin. She let her touch rest there, for a moment, revelling in the right to touch him as she wished.
"It’s a good thing you’re asleep, Adam," she murmured, "You need the rest. Tomorrow... tomorrow we leave this place behind. The one where you almost lost your life."
She leaned in just a little closer, her eyes searching his face for something she didn’t name."And when we do, I’ll make sure you wake up. Fully. No more drifting. No more waiting. Do you know how long I have been planning this? Since the moment we separated."