Kamila's POV
We've been at the clinic day and night since my in-laws arrived. I haven't moved from here. The good thing is that I don't have to worry about my children anymore. They're more comfortable with their grandparents, happy here with their grandmother's food, and that helps me a lot. My father-in-law is taking care of the mafia, so my only job is to watch over Keelan.
"Ma'am, you have to eat."
"Samuel, call me Kamila! How many times do I have to tell you?!" It's customary; it's how it is with Keelan. I only call him by his name when we're alone.
"You're a real piece of work." I took the breakfast and coffee. "Thank you, but I can't stomach anything right now. There's only an hour left before the deadline!"
"Yes, the good thing is that he's not getting worse."
"But he's
