Chapter 165. Almost Had It All

Isabel’s POV

We hurry down the hallway, our steps quick and uneven, echoing off the sterile walls of the hospital. Scarlett’s small hand grips mine tightly, Sterling nearly dragging me along behind him. 

Grace had called just minutes ago—her voice trembling with joy—Roy’s awake. Conscious. The kids had barely let her finish before they were scrambling out of their seats at the ice cream parlor, their half-eaten cones abandoned without a second thought. 

We rushed out into the evening air, their joy bubbling into laughter and breathless excitement as we made our way here.

Now, breathless and flushed, we reach the room.

The door swings open just as we reach it, and the kids don’t hesitate—they weave inside like a sudden gust of energy and light, their voices rising in unison.