Seven years ago
Malia didn't look too good when I left the hospital. I hope she's okay. I'd have stayed longer if it wasn't for this meeting I have with the family. I plan to go back to the hospital as soon as I can, maybe take her out for dinner to take her mind off what's stressing her out, and bring her back to my place. I hope she likes French cuisine. I've been meaning to take her to a friend's restaurant that serves authentic dishes–like a proper date.
While driving, I decide to call one of my men and order him to keep an eye on Malia while I'm away. If anything happened to her while I was gone, I don't know what I'd do.
Something strange happened to me last night. It started when I found her crying in the back room because she was so devastated by the news about her mother. I can only imagine the helplessness she's going through. And when she cried in my arms, it only made what I already feared become crystal clear.
I've fallen for this girl.
