Chapter 46

Lyric’s P.O.V

Three hours passed and the lights above the operation theater still shore a bright red.

Mrs. McKenzie, Nathan, Stephen and I sat outside the room with our hearts in our throat. Yes, the chance of Lydia dying during the operation was ten per cent, but it was still a chance I didn’t want to consider. None of us did.

Somewhere along the way, Stephen had gone ahead and gotten us some coffee since all of us had stayed up last night. Right now I was on my third cup and I was getting jittery. But it was more from anxiousness than from the coffee.

“You know this isn’t the first time we’ve all been here,” Stephen said as he took a small sip of his coffee. “The first time was even worse.”

I knew what he was talking about. The first time was when Lydia had been shot. I couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for Stephen and the rest of the family to sit outside for