She tried to pull away, but he held her even tighter.
Anna Jadwin couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Ouch, my hand is going to break!"
He was silent for a moment, understood, and loosened his grip on her hand...
Earlier, he couldn't hear anything, but now he could finally communicate?
Once they entered the living room, she asked him to lie down on the bed and rest.
His burning body exuded hot breaths, and he casually pulled her onto the big bed.
Anna Jadwin was pressed down on some scraps of paper, struggling in his arms, and caught a ball of paper.
The bed was covered in scraps of paper.
She picked them up and pieced together the phrase, "Wayne Bailey a cheap man."
There was a note with a forceful handwriting that she didn't write.
[You are my water...]
What was written?
Anna Jadwin couldn't find the remaining scraps of paper, but the complete sentence was:
[You are a torrential rain in my drought years
Coming intense and unreserved
