Leilani.
By the time I was finally pulled out of the room and helped to the reception where the triplets now sat, I was still shaking violently. My tears never for once stopped streaming down my face and to top it all, the image of Jarek lying in his room, all cold, all stiff… and literally battling with his life burned into the back of my skull, taunting me, twisting at the depths of my very heart… and most of all, reminding me of the weakling that I was for allowing the perpetrator of this crime to go Scot free.
My legs trembled with each step I took towards the reception, and when the triplets saw me coming— I knew the exact moment they saw me because I felt it— they rushed to their feet, their eyes deep with worry as they began to stumble over to me.
"Leilani…"
"Lani, what is it? What happened?"
I do not know which of them was talking and hell, I probably didn't care as all I cared about at the moment was Jarek— not me but Jarek.
