"I couldn't believe... I thought...oh my God, Lana, what if they didn't take him to the hospital on time? What if they couldn't save him?" She sucked in a large breath and wiped her eyes, and the snot on her nose, leaning back. "I was so scared that I prayed, Lana. I haven't prayed that hard for anything, not even when Frank was severely sick." She shook her head, sniffling. "I love him so much. I love him, I love him and all we do is fight. I just want... I just want to hold him right now and tell him how much I'm sorry for hurting him."
I blinked, confused. "Is this still about Wyatt?"
"M-mh," she nodded, leading us over to the sofa where we sat side by side.
"Wyatt doesn't share the Williams blood. He was adopted," she explained, convinced that was what I was concerned about. "Papa always strives to hide that fact, so we wouldn't see him any differently from being our beloved cousin."
