CHERRY STEPPED INTO the hospital room, hardly knowing how to feel about what she might see.
Ethan was asleep. He was propped up on pillows and attached to a device delivering intravenous fluids. Other tubes ran under his nostrils, supplying him with additional oxygen.
He looked so old.
And yet, he also didn’t look any different at all. Cherry would have recognized him in a heartbeat.
The doctor had told her not to expect too much. The stroke had been devastating. Half of his body was entirely paralyzed and he’d lost the power of speech. There was almost no hope of recovery. It was a miracle he’d survived at all.
Cherry hovered in the doorway, her heart full. Her eyes drank in the sight of her old friend. A lifetime had passed for him while she’d been gone, and he’d achieved so much. T
