Marissa stood in front of the door of the ICU after her nervous sister-in-law had entered, her gaze boring into the glass paneling like she was trying to commune with her husband on the other side of the glass. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and without turning around, she muttered “I am coming”.

The owner of the hand sighed, and in the next moment, the person left her side. She wondered what Tomiwa would be feeling right now as she saw her brother for the first time. Would it be akin to what Marissa felt at first when she saw him like that? She knew that she could...