(George's POV)

At the sterile, antiseptic-smelling pack healer center, I had just spent hours trying to coax my precious daughter Emma to sleep peacefully.

Her small, fragile body looked so vulnerable against the white hospital sheets, and watching her struggle with her illness was tearing my heart apart.

As I quietly walked out of her dimly lit ward, trying not to disturb her much-needed rest, I noticed Alexander waiting patiently outside in the ...