Jeffrey wasn't even sure if the man he met during his nomadic days would pick up.
A year ago, he had nothing—not a single dollar to his name. He had been drifting, lost in the outskirts of a national reserve, sleeping rough, relying on the kindness of strangers. A group of hikers had taken pity on him, sharing their food and offering him shelter in their tent.
Back then, that had been his life.
It felt like a distant memory now. These past few weeks, staying with Joanne, he had known comfort again. A home. Her warmth.
His chest tightened.
Joanne.
The thought of her lying in the OR, cut open, fighting for her life, made his stomach twist.
Before he could dwell on it, the doors to the operating room swung open. The doctor stepped out.
Jeffrey dropped everything and rushed to him.
"The surgery was a success," the doctor said. "Her condition is stable, but she's still under anesthesia. Once she's transferred from the CCU to the ICU, you can visit her."
