Chapter Sixty-Five Uncertainty

In the midst of the hospital's corridors, I felt a rising tide of anxiety with each step I took towards Thomas's room. Despite the pain Thomas had inflicted upon me, memories of our shared history couldn't be entirely washed away. The circumstances that had driven Thomas to strive for redemption seemed like a miracle—an essential need for everyone at that moment. Joyce's urgent voice broke through my thoughts as I reached the hospital room. Joyce, struggling with her own emotional turmoil, harbored guilt for her father's accidents, complicating an already challenging situation. I wished for Joyce to release the burden of guilt. "Hey, honey," I embraced Joyce, offering a reassuring pat on the back. Seeking updates, I inquired about the ongoing tests. Joyce, still grappling with guilt, questioned the possibility of finding a matching donor. I expressed a doubtful certainty, tried to reassure my daughter. "Dad had the accident because of me, and I couldn't even give him my own blood. I fe