Carlos lay slumped beside the hospital bed. He hadn't shut his eyes or taken a sip of water for two whole nights. His lips kept mumbling those old sweet memories as if repeating them would somehow bring Fiona back. But she stayed unconscious, completely still.
His mind was a mess. He kept thinking-maybe all those childhood memories meant nothing to her now. She didn't hold on to them, didn't care about his guilt or his desperate pleas. No matter how much regret or love he poured out, the woman lying there wasn't waking up for him anymore.
His brain flashed with broken images from the past six months.
Bruce was gone-he literally gave her his heart.
The grave, he'd crashed into it.
Their only child together? Gone too.
Everything he ever wanted to give her, she didn't want
