The ward was well-lit, with a view of the garden outside the French windows.

Bruce sat in a wheelchair, his gaze hazy and vacant as he looked out the window.

"Dad," Sabrina covered her lips, unable to believe her eyes as she looked at her father.

His hair was white, and the once bright eyes now lacked any shine.

"Dad, do you remember me?"

It seemed as though Bruce hadn't heard Sabrina's voice at all, showing no reaction.

Nicole hesitated to ...