CILLIAN
With the passing of every hour, a new cycle of grief renewed. I wrestled through denial, pain, anger and above all, a hope that somehow Kiera would wake up. That she would curse, rage and then laugh, making me feel alive once again.
But it felt as if the sand was already slipping through my fingers.
It was exhausting.
It was cathartic.
It was a never-ending rushing wheel.
A couple of hours later, the doctor came out with two nurses on his heels, but he merely looked over his shoulder and silently communicated with them. In a matter of seconds, both of them disappeared as Lance strode towards me.
He was Zen’s father and a doctor par excellence. His skills and methods were unparalleled. I’d hoped that if anyone could handle Kiera’s situation, it would be Lance.
He came to s
