I don’t remember that time I have prayed so hard for a miracle in my life. Was it when Mom was inside the operating room? Was it when I miscarried? Was it when I found Bullet?
I can only count those moments. But I know that I only do so when I have to.
And right now, I couldn’t think of anything else while Tracy and I drove to the hospital where Chadrick is admitted on but to pray. I don’t know if someone is listening—I hope someone is listening—but I could offer my whole life just to save Chadrick.
“He’s in the VIP suite,” Tracy told me while we were waiting for the lift to open. She looked at me curiously. I hadn’t cried yet. But it is obvious that I am in distress. I know there are a lot of questions inside her head. But now is not the time for me to answer all of them.
I need to
