Adams' shoulders sagged in defeat. For as long as he could remember, he had always believed there was no situation he could not control.
He had faced enemies more powerful than himself, survived countless assassination attempts, and walked through storms that would have broken lesser men.
No matter how difficult the challenge, he had always found a solution. Yet now, standing beside Sonia's hospital bed, he felt completely helpless.
His gaze lingered on her pale face before slowly trailing downward. The sight before him made his chest tighten painfully.
The little princess who had once been full of life now looked frighteningly fragile.
Machines surrounded her bed. Tubes and wires connected her to monitors that emitted soft, rhythmic beeps.
The steady sound should have been reassuring, but instead it reminded him how close she was to slipping away.
His fists tightened at his sides. He wondered for the hundredth time why he had not found her sooner.
