After composing herself, Melanie spoke again, her voice soft and pleading. “We were just wondering… if you would allow us to visit him occasionally? To let him spend a little time with us?”
Earlier that day, Melanie had held Chaim, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if time had reversed, and she was holding her own son as a child again.
Back in their room, the more they thought about it, the more they felt they had to ask. And so, they had come to find Vivica and make their unusual request.
Vivica stood frozen, a complicated expression on her face.
She wasn’t superstitious. But with her son so ill, with the terrifying possibility that he too might be taken from her in a few years, she couldn’t ignore the unease creeping into her heart. At this exact moment, an elderly couple appears, telling her that her child looks just like their son who died young, and that they want to use her child as a substitute to ease their grief? Instinctively, it felt like a terrible omen.
Besides, she didn’t know this couple. What if they had ulterior motives? Worse, what if they were sent by Fletcher, trying to trick her into letting her guard down so they could try to take her son?
After a moment of deliberation, Vivica shook her head, her voice polite but distant. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you. My son was very frightened today, and I must ask that you please not disturb us again.”
Without waiting for a response, she turned, went back into the room, and firmly shut the door.
Melanie had come full of hope, certain she could win Vivica’s trust and be allowed to see the boy, to hold him. The rejection was a devastating blow. A sharp pain shot through her chest as her blood pressure and heart rate spiked. Her vision blurred, and she slumped over, unconscious.
“Melanie! Melanie!” Sheridan cried out in terror.
A doctor passing by saw what happened and immediately rushed the wheelchair toward the emergency room.
Inside her room, Vivica heard the commotion outside and had a good idea of what had happened.
But right now, she felt like she was drowning. Her own life was in shambles. She had no energy or emotional capacity to take on the sorrows of others.


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