The morning at the Drake family mansion felt quieter than usual. Sunlight slowly filtered into Elena's care room, which was now at home, right next to Nathan's master bedroom. All the medical equipment was neatly arranged.

Nathan sat in the chair beside the bed, his eyes fixed on his wife’s pale face, which still showed no signs of waking up. He held Elena’s thin hand tightly, as if hoping that his touch could wake her up.

“Darling... you’ve been sleeping like this for a month now. Ellen and Edward are growing up so fast. Ellen starts smiling when approached, and Edward is more talkative...” Nathan gently strokes his wife’s hair....