"Dylan!" Cammy's voice echoed through the hospital corridor as she sprinted after her son. Her pulse pounded, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She spotted him just ahead, standing frozen in front of the elevator with his nanny. The doors were still closed, and the elevator was stuck on another floor.
'Thank God!' she thought inwardly.
"Dylan!" she called again, her voice thick with urgency, with desperation.
This time, he turned.
The moment his tear-streaked face met hers, Cammy felt something inside her break. His wide, wounded eyes, brimming with betrayal, with heartbreak—it was a sight no mother should ever have to witness.
"Mommy…" His voice cracked as a sob escaped him, and before she could even reach him, he was already moving—hobbling toward her on unsteady crutches, his entire body trembling.
