“Eva, is that you?” A weak voice stopped me from leaving. I hesitated for a second and then returned to the room.

“There you are.” Daley lay on the bed with a pale face, his golden eyes staring blankly at me.

“I just came to see you,” I said, rubbing my belly. “I don't want my baby's father to die before he's even born.”

“Is that my baby?” Daley struggled to raise a hand. “Come here. Come to me.”

I walked over to his bed. He looked even more haggard after the first aid. His cheeks were sunken and he was in a bad state of mind.

“Maybe, just maybe,”...