Ava's heart was raw.
She wanted to resurrect Alfred in her mind, and take him home. He wasn't dead, she didn't just know how to cope with this phase. For a long time, she knew this day would come, but she had hoped it would never come, that Alfred might experience yet another miracle.
Ava watched Dr Wilson go. The ICU was far from where she stood, and her legs felt too heavy to walk.
Maria's hands were planted firmly around her. The warmth it gave, was her strength. She turned to study Ava's face—still peaceful,but her heart throbbed wildly.
"Do you believe in God, Maria?" Ava asked, without turning. Her eyes still staring blankly in the air.
"Si!Si!" Maria had seen Ava pray often, and it gladdened her that she did.
"I do too Maria. God had kept Alfred. He had kept him."She kept repeating the words like a song, rocking her head to and fro steadily.
"You need to sit Ava."
