Chapter 38 A Beacon Of Hope
- I stand there, a silent observer in the sterile hospital room, watching as the doctors draw Jordon's blood.
- Despite his assistance in saving my mother's life, a chilling sense of foreboding grips me, an unsettling feeling that I can't shake.
- Jordon's actions, though seemingly altruistic, leave me uneasy as if a silent debt has been forged, and I'm now entangled in his web.