Samuel's POV Stepping outside the general ward, I walk towards the nurses' station. "Helena, can you please page Dr. Irvin to look into bed number sixteen patient, Mr. Bentley's, case?" Folding my arms over the counter, I slightly lean against it, "And I want you to keep monitoring him with two hours intervals." "Okay, Dr. Davis." Nodding her head, she makes a note of the instructions. "Thanks." Politely smiling at her, I make my way towards the cafeteria. My life is gradually returning to normal. Well, as normal as it can get. Laura and I finally got a divorce, and we both are happy with our decision. She has started her therapy to heal from the mental torture her mother has put her through all

Ariana's POV My birthday is the time of the year where I miss dad even more than I can express. Every year, he woke me up early in the morning because he used to say that we should not waste a single moment of our birthday and enjoy every moment of it. Even though dad never enjoyed baking, he took classes for baking just to bake birthday cakes for me. More than me, dad used to be excited about my birthdays, and when Justin came into our lives, even his birthdays were special for dad. So that's why I celebrate Justin's birthday in the same dad had celebrated ours. So that Justin never feels that he is not special to me or I love him any less. I can't fulfill the void of dad in his life, but I would do everything which I can to make sure he knows that he is loved. However, I can't bring mys

Samuel's POV Ariana has left to drop off the children. Justin has also gone with Ariana. Even I was about to leave, but when I watched Max limping towards the bench, I changed my mind because he was in real pain, and he may need someone to be with him. I can clearly see Max is trying to downplay his pain, and the reason behind this pretense is Ariana. He is definitely hiding something from everyone, especially her. I recall the look on his face when I saw him at the hospital; he was shocked. Probably because of the thought of Ariana finding something he doesn't want to share. However, it would not have been possible because firstly, we are not in contact, and secondly, even if we were, it's not my truth to tell. So I would have never told Ariana anything if he didn't want to share it with

Ariana's POV There are rare moments in my life when I truly feel helpless, where the feeling of being useless dominates all my other emotions. This is one of those rare moments as I sit across Max with a stoic expression, probably because I feel too numb to react. The silence around us is heavy. I can clearly hear the ticking of the clock on the wall behind me. Its ticking reminds me of the ticking of a time bomb, and somewhere it is not far from the truth. Time. Is. Ticking. With each moment passing, I feel my chest constricting. All these feelings were too familiar, the vice-like grip clutching my chest, making each intake of breath difficult than the previous one.

Ariana's POV Gathering snacks in my arms, I walk into the living with a wide grin on my face. Justin turns to me, adorning a similar grin, and rushes to help me carry the snacks. "Be careful." Turning around, Justin glances at me then he crawls inside our blanket fort. Rolling my eyes, I smile as I carefully enter Justin's fort. "Next time, we will make an even bigger fort," Justin exclaims and opens the packet of chips. "Which movie shall we watch?" I ask while turning on my laptop and connecting it with the Bluetooth speakers because my laptop speakers volume is not very loud. "The Karate Kid," After thinking for a moment, he replies.