“I know you can help me.” the woman’s voice was close to breaking but the old man ignored her. “Please.” she reached forward and tugged at the old man’s tattered robe. He stopped, turning around to look at her. She stared into deep eyes set in a weathered face. He seemed to be studying her, …
Roy sat back in the hospital chair a feeling of despair washing over him. His 6 month old son, Jackson, was cradled in his wife’s arms on the bed in front of him, his son’s breathing muffled and short. A nurse was at the bedside marking something down on a clipboard. She talked with Sarah, …