Blake’s heart sank as he heard the news. He sat by Bianca’s bed, holding her cold hand.

He hoped she would wake up soon but feared the harsh reality she would face when she did.

Suddenly, he felt a faint movement in her hand.

Looking at Bianca, he saw her eyes slowly open.

“Blake…” she said through the oxygen mask, her words unclear. Blake leaned in close to hear her better.

“Did you save my mother from the fire?”

Blake felt a pang ...