Michael guarded the door alongside the police officer. He looked steadfast, like an impenetrable fortress. He didn't want to make the same mistake twice.
Dahlia sat on the bed near Kate's leg and gently held her daughter-in-law's hand, "What do you want to talk about, Kate?"
"I—"
"—If you want to blame yourself again, then I'm not going to listen to any of it," Dahlia interrupted. She arrived about an hour ago and was as shocked as Michael when she found out what just happened.
It took a while until Kate told her everything, and she could only stay by Kate's side while hoping that her son could pass through his critical state.
After all, though they were not blood-related, Dahlia truly saw Henry as her own son. She couldn't imagine the devastation knowing that she lost both of her sons caused by the same woman:
Sarah.
