After Naylor set Henry down, the boy walked straight toward Jessica.

Jessica was leaning against the wall, her gaze fixed anxiously on the doors to the operating room. She was silently praying that Timothy's surgery would go

smoothly.

The last thing she wanted was to owe him such a life-altering debt.

All her attention was wrapped around the worries in her heart.

Suddenly, a small, warm hand slipped into hers.

Glancing to her side, she saw Henry looking up at her with innocent, searching eyes.

His expression was riddled with guilt, uncertainty, and a hint of fear.

Henry was afraid she might push him away.

The look in her son's eyes made Jessica's heart soften.

a word or pull away. She simply let Henry hold her hand in his steady, silent

the waiting room, Vince glanced over at them. The sight of mother and son standing

first, but still drawn together by something deep and unspoken. No matter the years or the distance, that

tight line. He'd never actually seen Jessica and Henry together before; this was his first time, and the image unsettled him. It was as if Jessica and Henry, standing hand in hand, belonged exclusively to Timothy—even though Timothy wasn't even with them at

why he felt this way,

childhood engagement to Jessica might

already made her choice

resentment gnawed at

he

Timothy have that

many years before

each passing second an ordeal for

if he spoke, Jessica would snap out

his mother had been this close-how many

surgery, neither long nor short, lasted about three hours. At last, the doors to the

led the operation as chief surgeon—a

about to speak, when he suddenly

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