Lucas walked straight into the hospital room with long, angry steps. Rose saw him and followed behind him quietly, her hands folded in front of her, watching the tense way his shoulders moved. He did not greet anyone. He went straight to Sophia’s bed where his sister lay, pale but breathing better than before.
Their mother stood beside the bed, worried eyes fixed on Sophia. She jumped a little when Lucas entered, because the look on his face was cold, too cold.
“Lucas,” his mother whispered. “The doctor said she is responding. She woke up twice today. She is getting stronger.”
Lucas touched Sophia’s forehead gently, his jaw tightening. “Good,” he said. “She will be fine. I won’t let anything happen to her again.”
Rose watched him from the corner. Her chest tightened a little. He looked
