Sheila's POV
Everything happened in a slow-motion as the truck passed him and collided with something hard object and the object was thrown away in front of my eyes.
He was nowhere to found that brought anxiety down my core. It is too much for one day. I admit I hate him for what he did but I don't want to get him hurt or the strand of his hair.
Different types of scenarios were started to play in my mind and I feel sick.
Am I okay with his death?
What I am even thinking? I could rather die more than without him. He may be Harry John Brooks who was arrogant, but for me, he is still Harry, my Harry who cares a lot about me and loves to spend every second of his life with me.
I want him...