Chapter 142 The Fight For Jacqueline's Return

• The days I had spent in this religious world, locating methods to escape, felt countless. Back in the current world, weeks have passed. Gabby wasn’t glad about it, and the pack changed into somber. My presence, or lack thereof, had added a cloud of unhappiness over all of us because I hadn’t woken up for a good two weeks. I had been in a coma, suspended between life and death.
• Gabby visited me every day, checking up on me. Isabel constantly attempted to reassure him that everything could be okay, but I could inform him from the echoes in the spiritual world that he had become a dropping wish.
• One devoted afternoon, Sally had simply finished washing me up and cleansing my frame on the mattress while I changed into mendacity there, half dead.