Chapter 60

• That morning, Victoria sat next to Abigail's bed, her fingers tightly gripping the girl's small hand. Abigail's pale face cut her to the heart, even though she had passed her critical period the night before. The morning sunlight penetrated the window curtains, but its warmth was unable to dispel the anxiety that continued to haunt Victoria's heart.
• Chris entered the room with calm steps, a tablet in his hand. His face was serious, as always, but this time there was a note of caution in his voice.
• “Mrs. Victoria,” he called, breaking the silence. ‘I would like to update you on Abigail's condition.”