Faith’s POV

When Austin left, I returned to the front of the operating room. I sat there, staring at the door that seemed unwilling to open. I wanted so badly to know the condition of my son, yet every second felt like a century—like something was slowly strangling my heart. Waiting was unbearable; it was draining, terrifying, and suffocating. It felt like any moment I could break apart, but I couldn’t. I had to stay strong.

“Faith, how are you? Have you eaten?”

I was startled by ...