Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 372

Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 372

Sophia’s POV

The Next Morning

The nightmare came in fragments–sharp, disjointed flashes shat felt more like memory than dream.

Blood pooling on white tile. My mother’s hand, pale and still. The acridell of hospital disinfectant mixing with something metallic and wrong.

I jerked awake with a gasp, my heart hammering violently. Sweat soaked through my nightshirt, and for several disorienting seconds I couldn’t remember

where I was.

Then I saw the unfamiliar ceiling, felt the too–soft mattress beneath me, and remembered.

Lucas’s safehouse. My prison.

I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to ease the tightness that made each breath feel insufficient. The baby fluttered–a strange, fish–like movement that

was becoming more frequent–and I instinctively moved my hand lower.

Just a dream, I told myself. Mom is fine. She’s at home with Dad, probably making breakfast right now, worrying about me like she always does.

But the tightness in my chest wouldn’t ease. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, needing to hear my mother’s voice even if it meant Lucas would

know I’d broken his rules about outside contact.

The screen lit up with notifications. Dozens of them.

News alerts. Text messages. Missed calls.

My hands started shaking before I even opened the first one.

BREAKING: Rosa Cruz, 58, hospitalized in critical condition following severe asthma attack-

The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the hardwood floor.

No. No, no, no.

I lunged for it, nearly toppling off the bed. My shin cracked against the nightstand as I scrambled to retrieve the phone.

NewYork–Presbyterian Hospital… critical condition… sources say the attack was severe…

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The words blurred together, impossible to process. I scrolled frantically through the other notifications, looking for something–anything–that would tell me

this was a mistake.

But every article said the same thing.

Critical condition. Severe asthma attack.

Hospital. I needed to get to the hospital. I needed to see her.

11:05 am

Chapter 372-

Twas moving before I’d made a conscious decision, stumbling toward the door with my phone clutched in one shaking hand. The room tilted sickeningly

around me, but i forced myself forward.

I yanked the bedroom door open and ran.

The hallway stretched impossibly long in front of me. I could hear my own breathing–ragged, too fast–and the pounding of my heart seemed to echo off

the walls.

I found the staircase and started down. My foot caught on something and suddenly I was falling.

I threw my hands out instinctively, managing to catch myself on the railing before I went headfirst down the remaining steps. My phone tumbled down the

stairs with a series of sickening cracks.

“Fuck,” I gasped, clinging to the railing with both hands, my whole body shaking,

The baby moved again, a stronger flutter this time, and some distant part of my brain registered that I needed to be more careful.

But all I could see was my mother’s face.

I forced myself down the rest of the stairs, moving more carefully but no less desperately. My retrieved phone screen was spiderwebbed with cracks, but it

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