“Are you okay?”

~ Emmerson ~The last thing I expected was for us to be stuck in an elevator while our daughters were being operated on. Never also would I have thought that Isabella would start hyperventilating the second the light went off. Was she claustrophobic? Though I didn’t get the chance to think much as she began wailing and I had to hold her.We both froze when our bodies came in contact… which was interesting, given we’d slept together so many years ago and even have twin daughters to show for it.But it was different…The intimacy had happened involuntarily.But this was voluntarily.The freezing lasted Only about a few seconds before I began whispering to her… hoping to calm her down, but she kept on shaking.With a sigh, I took a seat on the floor and pulled her into my lap, her head resting on my chest… which was now beating rather wildly.“Let me out,” she whimpered, and I could tell instantly that she was having flashbacks. Could it be from her childhood or when? Had she been mal

“She is not your wife.”

~ Isabella ~I never thought there could be anything so beautiful and breathtaking until I watched my daughters turn the hospital room into a musical concert.They had their arms each around an instrument as they played and sang beautifully.While Lily played the cello, as most of the kids at the foster home were taught to… Emilia, on the other hand, had her little fingers bouncing along the multiple keys of the piano.They sat side by side, their sides touching as their mouths and fingers moved in synchrony.It was indeed a sight to behold.I felt movement behind me and turned to face Emmerson… who surprisingly had tears in his eyes.Just like me, he was probably not expecting this… Though I believe he had a hand in making the instruments available.But then… it was a different thing to provide instruments and incentives for an event, but it was another thing to watch the event unfold in a breathtaking kind of way. “They are so beautiful.” He whispered, and I turned back to stare at

“Carl Rogers?!”

~ Emmerson ~I sat at the reception with my laptop on my lap as I tried to catch up on some work. Though I had to lift my head up occasionally to respond to the greetings of some of the medical students around.By now some of them had probably guessed why I was here, and thanks to the confidentiality agreement I had signed with the hospital… I could rest well, knowing my presence here wouldn’t be disclosed to the media."Mr. Winters… Is Miss Isabella around?” Nurse Ash’s voice interrupted me.“She stepped out. Why?” “Lily calls for her… that’s why.”“Oh… don’t worry, I will handle it.” I say, already standing up with my laptop and making my way into my daughters room.There I met the usually vibrant Lily, crouched in a fetal position on her bed, which was beside her sister’s. Unlike before, Emilia had her arm around her… in a comforting way.“What’s going on, Girlllsss?!” I asked, gently… closing the distance between us. “Lily says… Mom isn’t replying to her texts.” Oh… I at first

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“Are you okay?”

“She is not your wife.”

“Carl Rogers?!”