"I thought he's just sick?" Minerva repeated herself.
"Mom, that's what I thought but I guess there's more to that now. I'm now starting to believe what Sam said that he is really in a dangerous condition. I've slept on his bed listening to his breath. That's all. He's here, lying unconscious in the treatment room where his son used to lie."
On the other line, Minerva can hear her daughter sobbing. Probably, she's crying in frustration now.
"Chastity..." she said in a tender tone. "You know what I would do if I'm right beside you."
At this, she cried all the more.
"Mom, what's happening to my life? What's happening to our lives?"
She's desperate, she really is. She feels that life has been playing with her. When her memories were gone, she enjoyed a lif
