“Alright. By the way, Mrs. Hayle, Mr. Jacob sent a message for you.”
Hayle had handed her phone to Roberto, sometimes using it to play classical music in Jaxter’s room. But mostly, Roberto took it to check who had sent messages. Yes, it was Jacob again.
“Just reply as best you can.” Hayle gave a faint smile.
“Alright, Mrs. Hayle.”
Roberto left, leaving Hayle alone by her husband’s side. This was their bedroom; Hayle often slept in the chair next to Jaxter or in the small bed beside him. There were several books available from the beginning, which helped Hayle get through each day by Jaxter’s side, who hadn’t moved at all. Sometimes she read books, sometimes she just watched TV—anything to stay close to Jaxter.
Honestly, sometimes Hayle even lost track of whether it was day or night be
