When I got home, I forced a smile on my face before checking on Alex. I didn’t want him to know I was upset.
But he was in a deep sleep, and the nurse said he hadn’t been awake since I left that morning. The doctor was on his way, but they didn’t think there was anything he could do for him.
Alex looked pale again, and when I took his hand, it was ice cold. I tucked it under the blankets and kissed his forehead before I left the room.
I was going to cry again, and if he happened to wake up, I didn’t want him to see my tears.
I felt as if everything was crumbling around me.
As soon as I reached the hallway, sobs erupted from my throat, and I dashed into the living room before anyone saw me falling apart.
I couldn’t stand to lose Alex on top of everything else. I only had him for such
