Chapter Sixty-Seven Worried

The tension in the room is so thick that even a knife could cut through as I paced around impatiently. we have been waiting for hours and have not heard from the doctor or anyone else. we watched as the nurses kept rushing from the theater, and I couldn't help but get scared every time a nurse rushed out. Even though the first surgery was a success, it did not calm our nerves, especially Joyce. She kept shaking in fear, and I prayed with all my heart that the second surgery would be successful. I didn't want Joyce to blame herself forever for what she couldn't control, and apart from that, I wished with my heart that the surgery was successful. At that thought, I looked at Anthony, who sat down with his head on his lap. This poor boy can't lose his father. Just when he got him, I wondered what was going through his mind. I thought "Babe," I heard Evans's voice, which broke her from my thought. I turned and ran to his arms like a teenager, and I was sure people were watching, but I did