'Think about this carefully, before you give me the answer, but before that, I will be gracious enough to let you have a taste of what it feels like to have both of your children in your arms.'
That was the last words that he heard from the devil before everything went dark for a fleeting second and Liam gasped loudly, he stood up in alert and looked around him immediately.
He was still in the infirmary and Jasmine was still sleeping on the bed, while their son was next to her, in his crib, sleeping. There was no white fog or anyone here.
Was that a dream? Liam couldn't be sure about that, but he indeed felt a little bit strange about this whole situation.
He stood up from his sitting position, where he had his head leaning on Jasmine's bed and then walked toward the crib. He put his finger in front of the baby's little nose to feel his warm breath. He was breathing. He was alive and that was all that mattered.
