Carina's pov.

I stayed in the hospital again, the miserable white furnishings, the air filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. Resisting the urge to remember the old days, there was hardly a good memory here, except for Eric.

I've prayed many times, and I think God picks and chooses his prayers, some of which he never listens to, and occasionally he can come through with a miracle.

Now, for example, Eric woke up.

There was a circle of close friends and doctors around the hospital bed, and everyone took turns greeting each other, and I couldn't keep them away, but I noticed that Eric's eyes always stayed in the...