Chapter 145
- RICHARD’S POV
- The next day, I woke up to the soft beep of the heart monitor. Mom’s eyes were open. She looked at me, a question in her eyes. I squeezed her hand. “You’re awake, Mom,” I whispered. Her eyes filled with tears.
- The room was a mess. Flowers, balloons, and get-well gifts were scattered around. I’d spent the last few hours here, hoping, praying. This was a miracle.