In the Intensive Care Unit, Jaylene Ziel knelt in front of the hospital bed, looking at the motionless man on it, feeling the warm liquid in her eye sockets uncontrollably sliding down.
He was wearing an oxygen mask, with machines monitoring beside him, and those waveform lines, Jaylene couldn't understand at all.
"Joseph, I'm here to see you."
Jaylene spoke but choked up because of her tears, even she knew her words were unclear, and didn't know if Joseph Thompson could hear her.
If it wasn't for her carelessness yesterday, following Hazel Hoffman to that café, then that series of events wouldn't have happened. If it wasn't for...
Of course, there were no ifs, and time wouldn't flow backward, so whatever was supposed to happen last night did, and what wasn't supposed to happen also occurred.
