Those eyes of his, always lit with that gentle warmth, were now fixed on the screen as if he meant to bore through it.
I could picture his expression, shocked, bewildered, perhaps with a thread of panic.
Only now did he understand that I really did have very little time left.
The family chat had gone quiet too, the avalanche of praise from moments ago vanishing without a trace.
While Sebastian's finger hovered frozen over the mouse, his phone rang abruptly. The caller ID read "Home Health Aide, Trish Donnelly". I had arranged it ahead of time, in case anything happened to me at home alone.
He grabbed at it like a drowning man.
On the other end, Trish's voice came through choked with sobs, cutting through the silence of the studio.
"Mr. Shaw, please come home, hurry! Your wife collap
