BRIDGE

It's hard to fix when it's broken.

I paced back and forth in the waiting room, my heart pounding in my chest. Every passing second felt like an eternity as I desperately waited for the doctor and his team to emerge from the emergency ward. My mind was racing with worry, my thoughts consumed by what could possibly be wrong with my mother.

Jefferson had sent a text to inform me that the boss had come in and was about to conduct the examination. “This is a lifetime chance you're about to throw away, mate,” he had added. But I could care less, even though I understood what he...