Chapter 122

• The next morning came slowly. Cynthia hadn't slept a single hour that night. Her eyes were red and tired, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for Ken to wake up.
• She got out of bed quietly and went to check on him. He was lying still, his chest rising and falling gently. It had already been three days since he had gone completely unconscious. His skin looked pale, and his lips had lost their color. She brushed his hair gently, whispering, "Please, Ken, wake up. Don't do this to me."
• But nothing happened.