Five hours. Five painful hours had passed, but Isabella still hadn't gotten Nicholas back. Five hours and Nicholas was still in the operation room defying death while Isabella and others waited powerlessly in the waiting room, each second driving them to the edge.
Five hours of hearing Natalia's cry. Five hours since, that rare calmness broke and was replaced with a relentless, biting dread and fear that was slowly killing Isabella from inside and pulling her into the darkness once again, but this time it pulled her deeper into it, making her see no way out.
Five hours of sitting in suffocating air that was thick with fear. A deadly fear. And that calmness shattered, and the storm of fear began the moment the door of the operation room opened five hours ago.
