Charlotte’s POVThe waiting was torture. For the past forty-five minutes, Alexander, his mother, and I had been trapped inside the hospital reception area, surviving on nothing but hope and fear.No one would tell us anything, and no one would give us an update. Every time a nurse walked past, Alexander’s head snapped toward them.Every time a door opened, Mrs. Voss sat straighter in her seat and every single time, disappointment followed.I sat beside Alexander and held his hand tightly. “It’ll be okay,” I whispered but I wasn’t even sure if I believed my own words.Alexander didn’t answer as his fingers twitched inside mine, his knee bounced endlessly and his eyes remained fixed on the intensive care unit doors.I had never seen him like this before. This was different… This was his family.Across from us, Mrs. Voss suddenly covered her face and broke into sobs. The sound startled me and for a moment, I simply stared.I had never seen this woman cry before. She always seemed too pro
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