Yasmin thought Declan wouldn't be coming home. She was somewhat taken aback when she saw him return in a matter of two hours.
"Is dad all right?"
"Uh-huh… He will be fine." Declan came back to her after changing into his pajamas. He smiled, but his eyes were dull.
Yasmin immediately knew he was hiding something. "What is it?" she asked. "What are you trying to hide?"
He lay flat on the bed, hands under his head, eyes on the ceiling. "He is paralyzed," he mumbled despondently.
That was what she had been concerned about since Derrek informed her of the doctor's suspicion. She hoped that a miracle would happen and Gerald would not be paralyzed.
Yasmin became depressed as she watched him in pain. She, too, felt sorry for Gerald. She was lying next to him, her hand on his chest.
"I am sorry," she murmured.
They were both quiet.
He put his hand on her back.
