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"Where'd you go?" David asked.

"Home."

"You sure look happy." When he spoke, he looked confused.

I gave him a little smile.

"Anyways, the doctor wanted to see you."

"Where's Becca?"

"They went out to get some provisions. I had to stay back in case of anything."

I nodded in understanding.

"You should see the doctor. Now, if you don't mind."

"Sure thing."
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"I must confess that Miss Harte is a very strong girl. She would've been dead by now."

I sat in silence. She sighed.

"You can see her now. She should feel better."

"Thanks."

When I got closer to her bed, she slowly opened her eyes, as if she felt a presence in the ward with her. The oxygen concentrator had been removed. When our eyes met, she gave a little smile.

"Hey," I stroke her hair. She reached out for my hand and I kissed hers.

She seemed to have looked for something in my eyes.

"I missed you," she mouthed.

"I missed you more, girl. You have no idea." I half-laughed, raking my hands in my hair.

Then, as if I realized something, I held her shoulders.

"Look your miracle has been guaranteed. I don't care about what anybody has to say. You have the right to live. Jesus paid it all."

She slowly nodded in affirmation.

"You still have an assignment to fulfill here, you know. Remember that charity stuff we discussed? Visiting the orphanage?? We're going to do that. Trust me on this."

She smiled, and I almost teared up. Her smile was dark but genuine.

"I need you to come home. Please. We're not done. I want to fulfill my life's mission with you. I want us to do it together."

She squeezed my hand and then opened her arms for a hug. I gave in. It wasn't tight because I didn't want to cause her any pain. We stayed there for a long while before Becca came in.

"Ethan? Where'd you go?"

"Sorry, Beccs. I had to do something really quick."

"Thank goodness. I thought you went to commit suicide."

I gave her a fake frown. They laughed.

I shifted from the bedside for Emilia's siblings to talk to her. They prayed for her, gave her food, and caressed her face. Then they set up a video call between her and her parents.

When I left the ward, I saw Elsa sitting outside.

"El? Are you okay?"

She didn't respond. She looked worried.

"Oh come on. She's awake now."

"What happened?"

"I went home to pray and when I came back she was up."

"Oh, Ethan," she started crying.

"Hey, stop." I sat with her, trying to stop her from crying.

"Everything that's happened to this good girl is because I came into her life. All the instances she's been sick have been because of this case."