Asher's pov
I stared at the departing figure of my fiancée she had looked at me with enquiring eyes checking if I would be okay alone. She left after I nodded at her. I glanced around the room’s surroundings it was spacious and the windows were opened letting in fresh air.
I waited for Lorie’s mother to start talking or asking me questions about myself but she was quiet. I decided to look at her face. She wasn't looking at me, she was staring at the little girl who was covered with blankets and different kind of pipes were sticking out of her. I’m not really an emotional person but my heart moved for the little girl. A young child like her ought to be in school playing and gossiping with friends but she lay here fighting for her life. From my view, she's was a replica of Lorie. Her head
