Gerald had finished cooking dinner for both of them. He had even changed out of his formal attire into a short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants that Yosef had sent from his home. The clock showed ten minutes past seven in the evening. His stomach was really growling by now. But it didn't feel right to eat alone. Finally, he decided to go into the room and hope that Ariana had woken up from her sleep.

The girl was whimpering in her sleep. Gerald knew something was not right with her body. He ...