Theresa didn’t know whether she would rather pace at the gallery or focused as she tried to watch Dr. Boland and Samuel work on her father. She was so nervous.
She would sit, bite on her finger, move around the gallery and then look at the operating table. She could barely see her father’s face.
It would have been better if Chad was here. But she knew that was not possible. In fact, if not for her position in the hospital, she would not be allowed inside the gallery too.
She tried to call Chad, to calm her senses down. She needed to hear his voice.
“You have reached Richard’s voice mail…” She dropped the call. “Where are you?
This was obviously adding up to his anxiety. She was worried about her dad and now wondering why Chad was not answering his phone.
She knew well that there was
