I Hours passed like years until at last the doors swung open. A doctor emerged, his mask hanging loose, his eyes were heavy.
Aria bolted to her feet, storming him. “What happened to my son?!” she cried, clutching his sleeve.
“Ma’am, please—” he tried to calm her, but she ripped his hand away, screaming,
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down! Tell me what happened to my Liam!”
The doctor’s gaze shifted to me. “Are you the father?”
I swallowed hard, standing tall though my knees wanted to buckle. “Yes… of course, I’m his father. Tell me what happened to my son.”
Then suddenly the ICU doors pushed open wider. My stomach turned. Liam was wheeled out on a stretcher, his head was wrapped in thick white bandages, and the sheets were drenched with blood. The blood was so much. His small chest
