Riley's POV

The waiting room smelled like disinfectant and medicine as I sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair, my hands folded in my lap to stop them from shaking, watching the surgery clock tick away the minutes.

Three hours. Lily had been in surgery for three hours.

"More coffee?" The volunteer, a sweet elderly woman named Margaret, held up a steaming pot.

"No, thank you." I'd already had four cups. Any more and I'd vibrate right out of my chair.

The waiting room was nearly empty at this ...