"SON?" Victoria's voice trembled with both relief and fear as she gently grasped her son's hand.
Lucas had been in a coma for three long days, and the anxiety that had consumed her during that time was almost unbearable. She had stayed by his side, watching him, praying for his recovery, but the uncertainty had gnawed at her. Now, seeing him slowly open his eyes and blink at the harsh hospital lights, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She had feared losing him, but here he was, awake and breathing, a sign that perhaps the worst was over.
Lucas’s voice was weak, barely a whisper, but the concern in his eyes was evident as he tried to focus on her. "M-Mama, how’s Clarissa? Is she okay?"
His question struck her like a blow, and her heart faltered. Clarissa. The name hun
