Chapter 43 Between Life And Death

• The sterile scent of antiseptic clawed at Ethan’s throat as he sat motionless beside Clara’s hospital bed. Machines beeped in a hollow rhythm, their cold precision contrasting cruelly with the fragile life they were keeping tethered to this world. Clara lay there, her skin pale against the white sheets, an oxygen tube curving beneath her nose, and a thin line of stitches marring her side.
• Ethan hadn’t moved in hours.
• His suit jacket hung off the back of the chair, his tie loosened at his throat, but he barely noticed. His focus was on her on the rise and fall of her chest that felt too shallow, too slow.