Alexa

“Brenda, is this home?” I asked.

“Of course,” she answered as she took withered flowers from the vase. “You won’t find me anywhere but home.”

“Where’s Harlow?” I asked, still in groggy.

“His Majesty is on his way here with the doctor. I informed him about you since you called out his name in your sleep. I called the doctor too.” Brenda left the room with dry flowers on her arms.

“Alexa!” Harlow burst into the room, panting. “Thank Goddess,” he rushed toward me and hugged me into his tight embrace.

“Harlow, you’re alive,” I asked as my eyes flickered many times into his dark brown eyes.

“Yes, Alexa,...