ONE WEEK LATER…

Chloe found Gabriel a pitiful sight.

As Amir pushed him out of his ward, his unwillingness to be aware of his surroundings was written boldly on his face. That was what she found pitiful.

“Please take him to the lakeside,” said Amir, his hands letting go of Gabriel’s wheelchair so she could take over.

“Has he eaten?”

“No. He hardly does.”

"Will Nathaniel come later?”

Disappointment flashed in Amir’s eyes. “No. His mind is made up.”

“He might come ...