The pressure in his lungs was growing more intense, and he swallowed a considerable amount of stream water, yet his vision continued to blur. Excessive blood loss was gradually causing shock, making his sight increasingly indistinct. It was as if his limbs no longer belonged to him.
It was an unforgettable sense of despair he had felt for many years, a kind of desperation that was impossible to contend with against nature.
His vision became more blurred, but involuntarily, Keira Leaf's smiling face appeared in his mind.
What is she doing at this moment?
Is she wearing pink pajamas, curling up like a cat on the sofa watching TV, or is she lying in bed with Jack Howard, three figures together propping their sideburns, flipping through the same storybook? Or have the children already fallen asleep, and she stands uneasily at the window front, looking out anxiously for his figure, her eyes full of worry.
