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.

She simply

over at them. The sight of mother and son standing together

first, but still drawn together by something

before; this was his first time, and the image unsettled him. It was as if Jessica and Henry,

couldn't quite explain why he felt this way, but the feeling was sharp and

engagement to Jessica might not stand

her choice

gnawed

had he lost to

Timothy have

be many years before Yates

crawled by, each passing

didn't say a word—not even "Mom." He was afraid that if he spoke, Jessica would snap out of

struck him, standing there, how long it had been since he and his

lasted about three hours. At last, the doors

exhausted. He had led the operation as chief

his mask, about to speak, when he suddenly collapsed.

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