“Liliana...”
“Please, whoever you are, don’t torture her anymore. She’s innocent, she’s innocent...”
“She’s in so much pain, and Liliana hates pain more than anything. Please, make it stop... whatever you want, take it out on me.”
“The one who deserves to be punished is me. It’s always been me, and only me... Please, spare her and punish me instead, okay? Please...”
Linton’s eyes filled with fragile, helpless tears.
He didn’t know who he was begging. It didn’t matter who, as long as they could save his little girl.
Anyone...
Really, just stop torturing her...
Please...
Please...
A low creak sounded.
The emergency room door, for the thousandth time, slowly swung open.
Linton stared, dumbfounded, at the hopeless scene behind the door.
His Liliana.
All alone, lying on the cold operating table, covered in blood.
“...”
“Ahhhhhh!”
A shattered, animalistic roar ripped from Linton’s throat as he clutched his head.
His mind finally broke, his will destroyed by the despairing dream.
His shrill scream echoed endlessly through the dim, silent hospital corridor.
With a soft chime, the scene around him instantly changed.
Linton was back at the beginning.
His eyes contracted sharply. He stared blankly at the closed emergency room door, his gaze hollow and lost.
Once again, he heard the faint, muffled sound of the little girl’s crying.
Again and again.
Over and over.
It was like a cold serpent, coiling tightly around him, like an interwoven net, suffocating him with despair.
Linton knelt there, stunned.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby