Chapter 35 A Glimmer Of Hope

• Thousands of miles away from the chaos unfolding at the McCloud Mansion, Daniel lay still in a pristine, sunlit room in a private clinic in Europe. The rhythmic beeping of machines filled the otherwise silent space, a constant reminder of his fragile state. His parents, richard and margaret, visited every day, never losing hope that he would eventually wake up.
• margaret sat by Daniel’s bedside, holding his hand gently. She had read countless stories to him over the past few months, convinced that her voice could reach him even in his deep sleep. Today, she was reading his favorite book, her voice soft and soothing.
• Richard stood by the window, looking out at the lush, green landscape. The view was beautiful, a stark contrast to the anxiety that gnawed at his heart. He turned to look at his wife and son, his expression a mixture of hope and sorrow.