Forsaking the Years of Longing novel Chapter 72

Chapter 37

Linda had walked far when a sudden, searing pain struck her chest.

She slowly crouched down, her hands clutching tightly at the fabric over her heart as tears streamed down her face.

A wave of unease and fear swelled within her, growing stronger and stronger...

It felt as if something immensely important to her was slipping away, as if Ivan's resolved and determined gaze was flashing before her eyes.

The ominous premonition in her heart now took on a vivid, horrifying form.

Without hesitation, she stood up and began running back.

In the night wind, her hair whipped around her face, her scarf caught by the river breeze and swept into the darkness.

She ran with all her might, back to the middle of the bridge, back to the place where they had parted.

The river lay still and smooth like a mirror, rippling gently under the moonlight.

She knew — at this very moment, Ivan lay submerged and alone, resting in the icy waters of the river.

There was no hesitation, no fear in her-only the same sense of determination Ivan had shown before...

But it was too late.

When Linda awoke, she was in the hospital.

Rachel sat by her bedside, her eyes red and swollen from crying.