Never indulge in impractical fantasies.
"I've really enjoyed being your assistant."
"Enjoyed it?" Casper sensed Dillon was on the verge of tears. "As long as you're happy."
That's often how it is between men, a few words and the conversation ends.
Casper could read Dillon's emotions like a book, but he knew Dillon too well.
Talking more wouldn't help.
He glanced up at the light glowing above the operating room...
That light symbolized hope and anticipation.
He knew that the surgery probably wouldn't wake Eliza up immediately.
But he believed things would gradually improve.
The surgery went off without a hitch.
After Eliza was wheeled out of the operating room, Caleb filled Casper in on her condition and the progress she was making.
Casper listened intently.
He memorized every word Caleb said, not daring to forget anything.
"Bro, during the surgery, I took a close look at my sister-in-law's condition. It's not as bad as we feared. You need to keep the faith."
Casper nodded, "I have to."
"Oh, I just got a message from our great aunt. Caroline is bringing her boyfriend home for dinner tonight. Want to join?"
Casper paused.
He took it seriously.
"I've already met him. I won't go back. I need to stay with Elle."
"Alright."
Casper's daily routine was simple.
Work, come home, and be with Eliza.
On weekends, he'd bring Brock home to spend time with her.
A month later.
Eliza underwent a second surgery.
Caleb said there was a good chance she would wake up, but the timing was still uncertain.
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