Aria's POV
Three days later, my phone rang. The caller ID made me stand so quickly my chair nearly toppled over. It was from the rehabilitation center. My pulse quickened.
"Miss Grayson," the doctor said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. "Your father's condition has improved significantly."
I stopped breathing. "What?"
"His cognitive function has recovered far beyond our expectations."
The room spun. "Dad..."
"We think you should visit."
"I'll be on my way."
Less than an hour later, I was walking through the familiar corridors of the care facility. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
The nurse opened the door quietly. "He woke up about twenty minutes ago."
I nodded. Then walked inside.
My father sat by the window. His face looked thinner, but his eyes were clearer than
