Chapter 61

• The morning sun streamed through the wide glass windows, landing softly on Ken's pale face. It was bright and golden, too bright for someone who had been asleep for weeks. The entire room felt warm and still, like it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
• Cynthia had been awake for hours.
• She had barely slept that night, sitting quietly beside his bed, sometimes dozing off for a few minutes at a time. The doctors had already done their morning checks. They gave him his medications, monitored his vitals, and updated her on his progress.