The Notebook
With trembling hands, Kelsey reached for a worn, tattered notebook resting on a nearby table. After a moment of fumbling, she held it out to me. “Addresses, names, flights—it’s all in here,” she said, her voice steady but laced with urgency. A spark of hope ignited within me, cutting through the shadows that had consumed my life. This was it—the guide I had been desperately searching for, the key to untangling Hermando’s lies and finding my sons. I gripped the notebook tightly, feeling the weight of truth settle into my hands at last.
The Notebook
Bolt From The Hospital
Notebook in hand, my thoughts raced, driven by a sense of urgency that quickened my steps. I didn’t glance back or spare Kelsey a goodbye. My entire focus was fixed on the door—on escaping the hospital. The sharp screech of my tires echoed as I sped away, my pulse thundering in my ears. Gripping the notebook like a lifeline, I knew I was embarking on a journey of discovery. This was just the beginning.
Bolt From The Hospital
