Alice gazed at Noah's sleeping face, tears streaming endlessly from her eyes as she remembered what had befallen her son.
That morning, Noah had developed a high fever. His condition was so weak that they were forced to bring him back to the hospital. Dom had initially thought he could care for Noah at home, but the situation required further medical attention with more complete equipment.
Dom entered the room, a paper bag in his hand containing lunch for Alice. His wife had not eaten a single bite since last night.
"You should eat, my love. I'll watch Noah," Dom said, gently touching Alice's shoulder.
Alice turned with a faint smile. "Yes, thank you for bringing food," she said, kissing the hand Dom had placed on her shoulder.
Dom nodded, briefly kissing Alice's forehead as she stood
