A man walked in, someone Harley never expected to see in her hospital room, especially not under these circumstances. It was her brother, Daniel. He was a gentle presence, always the steady rock in her life, but now his face was set in stone, eyes blazing with a fire that Harley had never seen before.
“Daniel,” Harley managed to whisper, her voice barely above a raspy breath.
“Hey, sis,” Daniel replied, his voice a mixture of warmth and concern. He pulled up a chair beside her bed and took her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
