Chapter 61 Sixty-one

• Aunt Elena and I have been sitting in the waiting room for hours, the sterile white walls closing in around us with every passing minute. Nobody will tell me anything beyond the same useless phrase—they're trying their best.
• I know they're trying their best. But I need more than empty reassurances. I need to know if Anton is going to survive.
• The doctor's words from earlier keep replaying in my mind: The silver he touched passed through his skin and into his system. It destroyed some of his organs. Caused blood clots in his heart.