Chapter 66. Connected

My vision was blurred. Was it a dream? or maybe the place was too foggy or my eyes were playing with me. I was not sure.

I didn’t feel any coldness on my skin. I thought I wasn’t supposed to feel anything at all, because I thought I was dead already from that kind of terrible convulsion of fever. But I noticed everything turn into a slow motion as I walked towards the painting levitating above the floor.

It wasn’t a painting at all but rather a window.

My heart was pounding hard against my chest. I saw the familiar figure of a man—that golden, wavy hair and handsome face with beautiful cerulean eyes.

Edison! My eyes widened the second I saw the image of his red, enraged face, and the muscles of his body tensed. He was throwing and destroying things inside our bed chamber. His mouth opened as if he were screaming his anger out. I could see the veins in his neck protruding.

He was mad. HE WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN AND MISERY. No, he shouldn’t be. I was no