Lawrence’s POV

The hospital was oppressively tense. I could hear the incessant beep of equipment, the quiet shuffle of nurses, and the distant murmur of worried voices, but it didn't matter. The sterile white walls felt like they were closing in. George was the only thing in my thoughts.

His respiration was steady for the time being as he lay unconscious on the operating table, connected to machines, getting ready for operation. Camilla was standing just outside the sterile area, staring at ...