Lyric’s P.O.V

Three hours passed and the lights above the operation theater still shore a bright red.

Mrs. McKenzie, Nathan, Stephen and I sat outside the room with our hearts in our throat. Yes, the chance of Lydia dying during the operation was ten per cent, but it was still a chance I didn’t want to consider. None of us did.

Somewhere along the way, Stephen had gone ahead and gotten us some coffee since all of us had stayed up last night. Right now I was on my third ...