Two days had passed, and Dylan was recovering faster than anyone had expected. Despite the cast on his leg, the boy was as energetic as ever, laughing and playing on the hospital bed as if he hadn't just undergone surgery.
Cammy remained by his side the entire time, unwilling to leave him for even a moment. Duncan, too, had spent every day in the hospital room, staying from morning until late at night before finally going home. His presence was suffocating, but Cammy endured it for Dylan's sake.
As lunchtime rolled around, Dylan's eager eyes darted toward the door, expecting it to swing open at any moment. But it never did.
"Mommy, why didn't Daddy come to visit me today?" he asked, his little voice showing disappointment.
Cammy sat and gently stroked his hair. "Because it's Monday, sweetheart. Daddy has to work."
His brows furrowed in confusion. "But you have work too, and you're here," Dylan pointed out with a pout.
