Chapter 4

He looked at me, and tears started falling out of nowhere.

"Amelia..." he choked out.

His voice was shaking, full of pure panic.

Right now, he was overlapping with his 35-year-old self.

Both were drowning in regret and agony.

Too bad, I didn't need it anymore.

Alonzo was sticking around the hospital, refusing to leave no matter what.

He took Phoebe home, then hauled over a folding bed and parked himself right outside my hospital room.

He was like an abandoned dog, just lingering there.

Arnav tried to kick him out more than once, but Alonzo shamelessly refused to go.