It was only minutes ago when Elisha was pacing up and down the hallways with her lips pursed and a frown between her brows as her mother was pushed away into the operation theatre for a minor surgery.
Tears were glistening in her eyes as her face wore a worried expression. She could feel her heart thumping against her chest, her own heartbeat echoing in her ears while her father sat on one of the cold plastic chairs not too far away from her.
He had his face buried in his hands, the feeling of nervousness settled within him as he prayed for his wife's safety and cussed Caleb and Alexandra out for knocking over his wife.
If it wasn't his daughter being so insistent on being with Caleb, he would have never agreed to their second wedding and their faces wouldn't have been splashed across the news and magazines.
