Freya's heart ached as she clutched his tiny hand. "Don't fret, Matthew. Mommy's not leaving," she soothed him softly.
Over the past few weeks, Matthew had become increasingly attached to her.
Leaving now would be heartbreaking for the little boy.
"Let's wait until his condition stabilizes before making any decisions."
She had faith that after so many years of planning, Bradley would surely overcome the crisis safely.
Though she wasn't by his side, her heart was with him.
By the evening, Matthew's fever had finally subsided.
Sleepless nights left Freya with black bags beneath her eyes and exhaustion.
She rested beside Matthew briefly until a commotion downstairs woke her up.
She rolled out of bed and rushed downstairs to investigate.
However, a dart in the hallway mural caught he
