Chapter Twelve
Riley packed up the sandwich and put it into Noah’s lunch box. He had made his son a tuna and cucumber sandwich today; Noah’s favourite. More importantly, it was Michelle’s favorite, too. Riley shook his head to force the memory out of his mind. The pain was raw as if it had happened yesterday. They had shoved Noah into his arms and declared his wife dead. It sounded cruel to laypeople, but in his medical discipline, he saw it every day. It was his job to deal with life-and-death matters, the well-being of others. But when it came to his family, there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t help Michelle then, and he couldn’t help Noah now. He wondered sometimes what use his medical skills and knowledge were.
He missed her so much, it hurt. Riley looked at the picture of Mich
