Ashley and I are in our room right now. I make some therapy on her and it turns out ok. She responded and soon she will recover.

"Charles?" My next question.

"My child," she replied without emotion.

"Asher?" I asked again.

"My husband," she replied again with delight in her eyes but no emotion.

"Who are you?"

"Ashley,"

"Full name."

"Ashley Lewis Miller."

"Very good. You're great," I said then kissed her on the forehead and took something from the bag. "And because you're good, your loved one has a gift for you," I pulled out a box and handed it to her. "Open it." She took it and open...