CHAPTER 24

Nostalgic. The blue ocean up above is stretching so long I can't see its ending. The small islands. The green bushes, plants and trees that covered almost all, if not, the seven islands of sin. The clouds, looking so white and fluffy as we go upwards. It's just been weeks since I got my first helicopter ride but having to ride another one now feels nostalgic.

I dragged my eyes outside to the man sitting next to me. His whole demeanor now restless and worry seep into his existence. Slowly, my hand made its way into his and fill the gaps in his big hand. His head turned to me and I smiled.

"She'll be okay, John. Your mom's gonna be okay." I don't know how to comfort him right now but I hope my sincere words will reach him and calm his raging system.

"Yes. She will be." A strong queeze sealed whatever worry we have with his mother's condition.