Christopher felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he saw Brad. He would discuss the thing that had been bothering him since the morning.
They came to the parking lot and got into the car. Brad expected Christopher to drive him to a nearby café to discuss, but instead, he turned to face him. His anxious expression caused him to frown.
"Hey, man… Don't give me that look, okay? You are scaring me."
Christopher sighed and hung his head down.
"She is going to be fine, isn't she?" Brad asked worriedly.
"The doctor didn't give me any hope," Christopher replied. "They can't say anything for sure. The next 48 hours will be crucial for her. Anything is possible. God…" He sighed and wiped his face. "I can't see Abigail crying like this. I feel so powerless."
