Chapter 4

Mia nodded eagerly. "Okay! Mom always listens to you."

Close to midnight, Henry left the hospital alone.

He stood by the roadside, as if waiting for a taxi.

But he didn't move.

His clouded eyes stared blankly at the endless stream of cars, lost in thought.

He looked so calm.

Yet his lips were nearly blue, and his hands, hanging limply at his sides in the dim light, trembled violently despite his efforts to steady them.

It betrayed his bewilderment and helplessness.

I was dead.

For over a decade, through countless days and nights.

I had been the only one…