Lost Diadem

m as the car jerked and stopped caught everyone in the car off guard. Ian was no different. He appeared to be overwhelmed and unconcerned, despit

e fine already?" he said, sighed, as did the passengers.

t appear

wards him and then awa

ined unchanged. He dabbed

you; don't be im

ing disdain for the situation. He frowned slightly, no

seemed to be the real deal. He wasn't ready to accept it. He had no idea what to do or where to turn for assistance. They claimed that there was no cure for the illness. It was cancer. When he first heard the news, he was stunned. He had never thought

d, "Please let me be," his fa

ged and raised his

, boy! Would you li

rhaps it wasn't working as a taxi at the time. Perhaps the driver was hired to transport those passengers, and for some reason, he offered to take him as well, probably to make extra cash. Ian had not considered his comfor

ressed in a polo shirt, black slacks, and a black leather jacket. Her hair was kempt, and her gaze was drawn to him with interest. He was taken aback. He stared until he couldn't any longer as the taxi whizzed by her. He sat back down, wondering who it was