One Day Soon (One Day Soon, #1)(108)

“Oh, juicy! A second chance romance! Those are my favorite!” Tess clapped her hands together. “You’re being very stingy with the details,” she scolded.

“It’s new, Tess. I want to keep it to myself for a little while,” I said with a smile.

Tess grinned. “I get it. That’s fine. But once the bloom has faded, I want to know all about it.”

I thought about Yoss kissing me last night. About waking up beside him this morning.

I didn’t think the bloom would ever fade.

It had been growing stronger for a long, long time.

“Sure, Tess. When the bloom has faded.”



“Yoss! Are you here? I bought a couple of bags of Hershey’s Kisses, just for you.”

I never took lunch off the premises, but today I couldn’t make myself stay. I had tried calling the house a few times but no one answered. I didn’t really expect Yoss to pick up the phone, but I tried anyway.

I went by to see Dr. Howell, but he was dealing with a patient most of the morning.

I started to fill out the updated paperwork in Yoss’s file.

I never got very far.

Because I was antsy.

So around noon I told Jason I was going home for lunch and quickly made my escape before he could interrogate me over my deviation from norm.

I made a stop at the grocery store on my way and picked up a couple of sandwiches and a few bags of Yoss’s favorite candy. Hershey’s Kisses.

“Hello? You here?”

I dropped my keys and the grocery bag with the candy on the coffee table before walking into the kitchen. Yoss had obviously been cleaning. I had never seen the place so spotless.

The coffee cups from this morning had been washed and were on the drying rack. He had scrubbed down the counter tops and the stove was so shiny that it practically sparkled.

“Yoss?” I called out again. “I’m home for lunch. I brought you a sandwich.”

Silence.

Eerie quiet.

My throat was uncomfortably tight and I felt a strange anxiety fluttering in my gut.

Maybe he was still talking to his old boss. That was it. He simply wasn’t home. Nothing to worry about.

So why did I feel dread like a lump in my chest?

I walked down the hallway, checking the bathroom. The spare room was also empty.

“Yoss?” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Stop panicking. You’re being ridiculous, I told myself.

Why did I feel like my world was collapsing?

“If you’re not here, I’m going to feel like a total dumbass for yelling all over the house,” I called out.

I pushed open the door to my bedroom. The curtains were open and sunlight streamed through the window. It seemed Yoss had been at work in here as well. My dresser was dusted and the books that had been piled precariously in the corner were lined up neatly on a shelf.

He had folded my clothes and put them in the rocking chair in the corner. My dirty clothes that normally lay strewn across the floor had been put in the hamper. I felt a margin of mortification at the thought of him picking up my dirty under garments.

Then I noticed him lying on my bed, curled in on himself. His back to the door.

“Yoss?”

I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my hand on his arm. “I brought you some lunch…”

He didn’t move. Or acknowledge me in anyway.

“Yoss.”

I leaned over him to see his face and it was then that I noticed the blood on the pillow beneath his head. It had dripped from his nose and splattered onto the white linen.

“Yoss,” I said again, giving him a shake. I tried to stay calm.

Maybe he was only sleeping. He looked like he had just closed his eyes for a minute.

“Hey, sleepy head. I got you some Hershey’s Kisses. Your favorite.” I bent down and kissed his cheek. Warm. He was so, so warm.

But he was so, so still.

The blood continued to drip from his nose.

“Yoss,” I whispered. I knew.

“Yoss!” I said louder. “Yoss!”

Over and over again I screamed his name.

I pulled out my phone and was about to dial nine-one-one when he moaned a little.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sounding groggy, trying to open his eyes.

“You’re bleeding. I couldn’t wake you up!” I told him, trying to control my impending hysterics.

“What’s going on?” he asked again, trying to sit up, but clearly having no energy, collapsed back onto the pillow. “Where am I?” He looked around my bedroom, his eyes flitting over me.

“It’s me Imi. You’re in my house. Don’t you remember?” I took his hands and held them between my palms. “You’re here with me.”

“Imi,” he sighed, closing his eyes as if he couldn’t bear to keep them open. “I’m just so tired.”

“Yoss, please don’t go to sleep again. We need to get you to the hospital. Now!”

Yoss opened his eyes again, squinting at me. He frowned. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be…?” His voice trailed off.

“At work. I was at work. But I wanted to come home to check on you. To see how you were doing. I brought you lunch.”

“I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes again. He made a strange strangled noise in the back of his throat.