Josh felt his effort crumbling, and he could blame nobody but his family who had dealt him such a hand.
His fists clenched and unclenched, his chest heaving with unspent rage. His heart raced with thoughts that stabbed at him like blades.
So many 'ifs' swirling in his thought;
If only I could turn back the hands of time,
If only I hadn't kept quiet
If only I hadn't gone ahead to continue living in the Anderson family
If only I had left the family, been the man I should have been…
If I haven't obeyed hoping I was doing the right thing.
No matter how he thought about it, Josh knew for certain he wouldn't be able to turn back the hand of time.
Because, there was never any medicine for regrets and more so now.
Davis stared at him for a moment, reading the storm on his face, and quietly excused himself. He pushed open the ICU door and stepped into the ward.
