Avery was so startled that she could not help but take a few steps back. Elliot was like a savage beast that had awakened from a deep slumber. There was nothing scary about him when he was asleep. Now that he was awake, however, there was a menacing air of danger around him. …
“It’s hard to say. If we’re lucky, it would take three to four months. Otherwise, it might take forever,” said the doctor. She paused, then added, “You’re young, so I’m sure this will go smoothly.” Time flew by in an instant. An autumn shower later, fall had arrived in Avonsville. Avery emerged from the bathroom …
Avery felt restless and uneasy. “You’re still in school, right, Avery? Your studies will be affected if you get pregnant now,” said Henry’s wife. Henry immediately agreed and said, “That’s right! Avery is still young. I doubt she’s willing to give up on her studies and raise a child at home!” …
It was the day of Avonsville socialite Avery Tate’s wedding, but there was no groom in sight. The groom, Elliot Foster, had been in a vegetative state since a car crash half a year ago. His doctors said that he was not going to make it until the end of the year. In a grief-stricken …