Lacey held Noland's hand tightly, feeling its weight in hers, a silent reminder of his presence. Leaning closer, she gently caressed his face, planting a tender kiss on his cheek as a silent tear trickled down her own. With a whisper, she pleaded into Noland's ear, "Please come back to me."
As Beata entered, her presence brought a glimmer of hope to the somber scene. Lacey sat up straight, her eyes still moist with emotion, ready to hear the news. Beata's smile was infectious as she approached.
"I'm so glad to see you here. I got your test results back," Beata announced, her enthusiasm evident.
Jack, momentarily caught off guard by Beata's focus on Lacey, couldn't help but interject with a touch of humor. "So what am I? Chopped liver?" he joked, his tone light and playful as he glanced
