For every moment she spent, remembering how soon her freedom, would end, Ava's heart skipped.
Alfred was fine now, but she wasn't.
Isn't that what you've wanted, Ava? The thought never stopped coming.
Their life would take a new turn—for the worse, or may be better.
No Ava, for the worst.
Her life was in Baltimore. She had lived there all her life, and never for once, had she thought of leaving, and now, in a flash, things just changed.
She looked down at her son.
Alfred's recovery was quick. And amazing.
The Doctors had never seen a heart transplant patient, get well this quick, in just four weeks.
Now, he was learning how to walk. His muscles had been disused for a long time, and his brain had lost some electrical signals over time.
