CHAPTER 138 Epilogue

　　Three months. . .

　　It had been three months since that dreadful day. Three months since he had heard her voice. Three months since he had seen those whirlpools of her emerald green orbs. Three months since she had graced him with that heart–stopping smile of hers. Three months of merciless torture for Jordan and Emerald's family.

　　And through the seemingly endless course of these harrowing months, it had made him wonder if he would ever get to hear her sweet voice call his name ever again, if he would ever look into those bottomless orbs of hers and see his image reflected in them ever again, if he would ever feel her warm touch against his ever again.