It was late at night when Bryson returned to the run-down neighborhood, a box in hand.
In the living room, Ryan and others sat huddled together, their eyes fixed on the pale-faced Bella. Worry was etched into each of their faces.
"Are we really going to just listen to Bryson?" Ryan asked anxiously. "Bella is in this state, and we're not taking her to the hospital? Are we just waiting here?"
"No, Dad," Audrey replied, tears brimming in her eyes but determination in her voice. "Bryson said we shouldn't move her and that we must wait for him to come back."
She believed with all her heart that Bryson would return, and he would save their daughter.
Ryan paced with growing frustration. "You really trust him? He served in the military for three years and then just came back. What can he poss
