Mr. and Mrs. Quinn sat quietly in the hospital hallway. Mrs. Quinn leaned against her husband, her eyes swollen from crying, her fingers laced tightly with his.

Venessa had been rushed into the ICU, and they were waiting for an update.

Roman walked in, his eyes scanning the hallway until he spotted his mother with the Quinns.

“Son,” Mrs. Blackwood called softly as she stood.

“How is she?” Roman asked, reading the worry on their faces.

“We don’t know yet,” she replied quietly. “We’re waiting for the doctor.”

As if on cue, the ICU doors opened, and a doctor stepped out.

Mr. and Mrs. Quinn immediately rushed toward him.

“How’s...