Papa and Karen arrived mid-afternoon and straight away went to the ICU. Karen was silently crying while watching Isaiah. I went to her side and hugged her. I owe so much to this kind-hearted soul.
She was there when I had no one. She saw how I struggled and how I cried every time Isaiah had an attack. We clung to each other for support while Papa was very quiet, looking at his grandson. He didn't glance at Marcus's way ever since he arrived.
" Papa, would you like to sit? I think Karen needs to sit down." I asked him and touched his arm. He turned to me with teary eyes and swallowed hard.
" Go ahead, sport. I'll stay here for a while. Could you ask Marcus to come and talk to me?" He replied solemnly and returned his gaze towards the glass window. I stared at him in concern but nodded s
