Jessica spun on her heels to lead the way. Inasmuch as she was worried and concerned about the Old Man, she understood the need to be calm especially at a moment like this.
Panic would help no one, and right now, all eyes were watching. Her spine straightened with silent resolve as she paced ahead, her composure collected.
Behind her, Bella halted briefly, her eyes heavy and filled with unshed tears. She glanced back toward the ward's door, as if willing it to open and bring better news.
The beeping machines and the fluttering pulse on the monitor were still etched in her mind. She bit her lower lip,to keep her emotions in check.
Beside her, Ethan stood quietly, his hands in his pocket as he watched her, his gaze laced with concern and worry not just for Elder Allen, but for Bella too.
"Bella," he said softly, "things aren't as hopeless as you think. Otherwise, who is your brother? Do you really believe he'll just sit back and watch things fall apart?"
