Gone Quiet, Gone Love novel Chapter 4

The smoke grew thicker. With every breath Sabrina took, her consciousness began to blur.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself up against the wall and staggered toward the door. But a fallen beam blocked the exit, and there was no way out.

Sabrina stared at the burning beam in despair, then turned and ran for the window. When she shoved it open, cold air rushed in and cleared her head just a little.

She looked down just in time to see Nester sprint out of the villa with Snowball in his arms. Della threw herself at him.

"Nester! You gave me such a fright!" Della pitifully cried out. "I thought Snowball was going to die in there… We raised him together for so many years, so he's a witness to our love…"

Nester stiffened, as if he was about to push her away. But seeing how hard she was crying, he eventually raised his hand and gently patted her on the back, murmuring words of comfort, "Don't cry. Everything's okay now. Both you and Snowball are fine."

Watching the scene, Sabrina felt as though an icy hand had seized her heart, then abruptly let go. It left behind only a vast, numb emptiness.

She stopped counting on anyone.

After climbing onto the windowsill, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and jumped.

The moment was over almost instantly. She didn’t even have time to feel fear before she hit the ground with a deafening crash.

Intense pain swept through her entire body. She lay on the ground as warm blood spread beneath her.

"Mrs. Blackwell! Mrs. Blackwell jumped!" a housekeeper screamed.

"Sabrina!"

When Nester spun around and saw Sabrina lying in a pool of blood, the expression on his face was a look she had never seen before. He was filled with shock, disbelief, and a flicker of… panic.

She looked at him and parted her lips as if to speak, only to cough up a mouthful of blood. Then, everything went black.

…

Sabrina woke up to the sharp smell of disinfectant and a white ceiling above her. When she moved slightly, her whole body ached. There was an especially piercing, bone-deep pain in her legs.

"Sabrina!" Nester's voice sounded beside her.

She turned her head and saw him at her bedside. His eyes were bloodshot, and stubble shadowed his jaw, so he looked utterly haggard.

He grabbed her hand, and his voice shook as he bombarded her with questions. "You're awake! How do you feel? Are you in pain anywhere?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she pulled her hand out of his grasp with slow but unwavering determination.

Nester's hand hung frozen in midair, and his expression shifted slightly. He assumed she was mad about the fire and the jump, and blamed him for not saving her first.

So, he lowered his voice and tried to explain. "Sabrina, I didn't see you anywhere when I went into the room and thought you'd escaped. That's why I only took Snowball.

"He's not just a dog. He's—"

What was Snowball? Was he a token of Nester and Della's love, or a witness to their beautiful, cherished moments?

"Since you were in the room, why didn't you call out to me?" Nester demanded.

Why hadn't Sabrina called out to him?

That question finally prompted her to look up at him. Her dark, deep eyes held no resentment or expectation, and only a deep, unfathomable calmness.

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