"Okay, Miss Smith," Jones agreed without hesitation.

After Jones left, Nora returned to the ward and looked down at Asher lying on the hospital bed when her heart was overwhelmed with a sad feeling.

Nora carefully covered him with the blanket, held his hands tightly, and prayed silently, "Asher, you're going to be okay."

The clock was ticking, and each tick was like a dull pain in Nora's heart.

Nora felt like a century with each passing second.

It was getting ...