Chapter 90

• ~Dante’s POV~
• When I heard my little girl scream, I was in my study; I immediately ran out of the study and went to the location from which she was screaming. When I entered Lola’s bedroom, I found her lying on the carpet. I picked her up and placed her on the bed before dialing Emily, our family physician, as quickly as I could. She didn’t squander a single second. Emily was not able to provide any information regarding Lola’s memory because that was not her area of expertise, but she did check on Lola and let us know that she was doing fine. I couldn’t leave her room because I wasn’t sure if she was going to be okay. The children were in the same state of anxiety as I was, and they refused to leave her room. Even though Lola doesn’t remember anything, I know that she has been trying her best for the children, and there have been times when I’ve gotten the impression that she’s being too hard on herself. Since we had our first passionate encounter in my study, Lola and I have been unable to keep our hands off of each other. Each and every night, she would visit me in my bedroom. Even though she couldn’t remember, she begged me to let us give it a shot, anyway. I had no choice but to comply with her request because, after all, she was my wife. Mason moved back to Ozark; June was six feet under; and Candice—I still have plans for her, but she will never come between me and my wife.
• “Daddy, are you sure she’s going to be all right?” While I was giving my son Kai a peck on the forehead, he asked,