After Naylor set Henry down, the boy walked straight toward Jessica.

Jessica was leaning against the wall, her gaze fixed anxiously on the doors to the operating room. She was silently praying that Timothy's surgery would go

smoothly.

The last thing she wanted was to owe him such a life-altering debt.

All her attention was wrapped around the worries in her heart.

Suddenly, a small, warm hand slipped into hers.

Glancing to her side, she saw Henry looking up at her with innocent, searching eyes.

His expression was riddled with guilt, uncertainty, and a hint of fear.

Henry was afraid she might push him away.

The look in her son's eyes made Jessica's heart soften.

She didn't say a word or pull away. She simply let Henry hold her hand in his steady, silent grip.

the waiting room, Vince glanced over at them. The sight of mother and

other at first, but still drawn together by something deep and unspoken. No matter the years or the distance, that pull

the image unsettled him. It was as if Jessica and Henry, standing hand in hand, belonged exclusively to Timothy—even though Timothy wasn't

couldn't quite explain why he felt this way, but the feeling

childhood engagement to Jessica might not

her

gnawed at

had he lost

did Timothy have

years before Yates finally

crawled by, each passing second an ordeal

was afraid that if he spoke, Jessica would snap

him, standing there, how long it had been since he and his mother had been this close-how many years since they'd held

lasted about three hours.

the operation as chief surgeon—a renowned neurologist, with a team of other specialists

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