Elena's greatest happiness was to be reunited with her one and only child. After a series of terrible, tear-filled events, it finally happened. It was a moment full of tears once more, only this time, they were tears of joy.
“N-Noah,” Elena whispered, covering her mouth as she looked at Noah lying in the hospital bed. His face was pale, his eyes closed, with an oxygen tube in his nose and an IV needle in his small hand. She desperately wanted to go in and hold him tight, to release the longing that had haunted her sleep every night for the past five years. But she couldn’t do that now. For the moment, they had to be content watching him through the glass.
What made Elena's grief even heavier was the memory of how she had once hated the boy, believing he was the son of Evander and Hazel.
