PROLOGUEThe night was bleak, the sky, gray and overcast. The phone call from the hospital has woken Nathaniel Carter from a sound slumber. His son Kenneth and daughter Olivia lay alongside him on his king-size bed. His wife Natasha has been admitted to hospital for over two weeks falling in the state of coma at the cost of a terrible car accident, because of her critical state Natasha has been placed in the intensive care unit as a precaution.Matters, however, had quickly gone bad, complicated by the fact that Natasha's spine had been broken followed with six of her ribs which had pierced her lungs cutting her short of air making her slip into coma faster. After two weeks sitting by her bedside, Dr. Quentin had sent him home promising to immediately contact Nathaniel if there appear to be any change. Now he was proving true to his word."Mr. Carter, could you come to the hospital, it urgent?" Dr. Quentin spoke through the other line."Could anything be wrong? Is my wife okay?" Natha

CHAPTER TWO"ARE YOU by any chance intoxicated?" Nathaniel quacks his brow up at her sudden suggestion.Samantha had fully expected an argument. Nathaniel was proud. Begin forced to accept her help, or anyone's for that matter went against his independent nature and value... That he'd been forced to relay on her and his parents in the past few months was difficult enough."I've given the matter a good deal of thought," Samantha responded being ignorant of the question a while ago.A sigh escapes Nathaniel's lips in total frustration. "I appreciate the offer, but I can't accept or agree with your suggestion." He said flashing a brief sad smile."The children aren't adjusting well and you know it." Samantha openly implied, already frustrated with his bickering."How so?""Kenneth, for example, can't sleep unless he has a scoop of ice cream, or Olivia for example, she has passed the age of waking up at the middle of the night for a late meal, I could only guess you're still feeding her l

CHAPTER FOURNATHANIEL'S EYES snap open at the realization of his words. The world seems to be spinning as an uncomfortable silence filled the room.Clearing his throat Nathaniel sat up. "I'm sorry Sam. I-I just-"Samantha shook her head ."It's nothing. I understand." She said in a small voice trying to conceal her hurt."No" He shifted sitting at the edge of the couch linking his fingers together with a disheartened expression on his face trying to show his regrets. "I didn't mean to. I-It kind of slipped off my lips.""And like I said I totally understand." Nothing waiting for more discussion she left him there at the living room heading towards the kitchen to probably rinse the mugs and head to bed.Nathaniel cursed under his breath repeatedly feeling the urge to knock something off. He felt like a fool, playing with both their emotions.His blunt mouth just reminded both of them of what they both lost. A special gem that can never be brought back to their lives again.Standing up