“Understood. Wiping her eyes, Keilani nodded vigorously. “Jennie has to be okay."

Tyrone remained silent and took a seat to wait.

Roughly thirty minutes later, the operating room's red light switched to green. A nurse wheeled Jennie out, now connected to an IV drip.

A bandage wrapped around her head only left her face visible. “Are you her parents? She's no longer in danger, but she's suffered quite a bit and needs plenty of rest."

A wave of relief washed over Keilani. "Thank heavens!"