The room fell silent, and Daniel’s mind raced. Ethan’s words echoed in his ears, reverberating with a gravity he hadn’t felt in a long time. He recalled the countless nights spent agonizing over his son’s condition, the sleepless hours racked with helplessness. Could it be true? Could Alicia have somehow sparked something long thought impossible?
His initial anger began to wane, replaced by a flicker of curiosity and, dare he admit, hope. Daniel knew he needed answers, not just for himself, but for Ethan. He remembered Alicia’s calm demeanor, the unyielding patience with which she had tended to Ethan, even in the face of his own wrath. There must have been a reason for her actions, something he was missing in his blind fury.
After a sleepless night, Daniel rose early the next morning and rang Alicia, his voice softer, more measured than it had been the previous evening. “Alicia, could you please come by? I need to understand…”
