Chapter 367

Charles got up and went to the window. I wasn't sure what he was doing, so I moved a bit closer to the bed. Up close, I noticed the woman looked a lot like me, not just in beauty but in other ways too. With my parents gone, a question which would be forever unanswered crossed my mind. I wondered if they had ever had another daughter. I glanced at the nameplate by the bed. It read, "Emma Finnegan, age 28". In my mind, I thought, "Hello, Emma, I'm Madeline!" Charles then called for the caregiver. "Please come back now," he said. The caregiver came back quickly, and I followed Charles out of the room. Charles walked quietly beside me, looking lost in thought. After a while, he said, "The doctors say there's no chance for her to recover. Her family has given up." I asked him gently, "Are you having trouble accepting that?" Charles walked slowly, almost dragging his feet. "Aren't miracles supposed to happen sometimes?" he said quietly. Miracles were rare, even though we heard abou