The dog days of summer in the north were a bit unusual this year. Normally, the asphalt roads would be hot enough to fry an egg, but today, a light breeze was blowing outside. The weather was overcast and a little cool.
Ashley Bowen pushed a weak Adam Sinclair out of the hospital. Feeling the wind was too strong, she quickly tightened the sheet covering him.
"Are you cold?"
"No." Adam Sinclair shook his head, but his hand was ice-cold, as if all the blood had drained from his body.
Ashley Bowen gripped his hand tightly. A single tear streamed down her face, but afraid he would see her sadness, she quickly sniffled. "Let's get in the car then?"
"Okay," he answered weakly, letting Ashley Bowen push him up the ramp and into the car.
The ride was bumpy, and she knew he was in pain. She held him in her arms, afraid he might get jostled even the slightest bit.
Life seemed so fragile at this moment, but it also made Ashley Bowen understand something.
