Harry couldn’t formulate his words. As if they were stuck at the tip of his tongue. He was contemplating whether if he should let me or not since it’s chanceful for my condition. He have to let me. I can’t let my husband die out there.

“Harry…please!” I drop on my knees then clasp my hands into a worship posture. Harry was bewildered, panicking when I kneeled before him. I parted my lips to breath because my nose was clog.

“You have to let me, Harry.” I mourned, consolidating for him to get his approval.

“Natasha…” he was in deep sorrow to see me on the ground. Tears escape from...