Susan Mitchell sat anxiously in the waiting area outside the ICU, her heart pounding as she prayed for her son, William. The sterile, cold walls of the hospital seemed to close in around her, amplifying her worry. She clutched a worn, tear-stained tissue in her hand, her mind racing with thoughts of Calvin's miraculous intervention and the potential repercussions it might bring.The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours. Every beep from the nearby machines and every footstep in the corridor made her jump. She tried to distract herself by flipping through an old magazine, but the words blurred together as her mind kept wandering back to her son and the risks Calvin had taken.Suddenly, a team of doctors approached the ICU, their expressions serious. Susan's heart skipped a beat as she quickly rose to her feet, her knees feeling weak."What's happening? Is something wrong with my son?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear and anticipation.One of the doctors, a stern-looking man in

Calvin's expression grew more serious as he listened to Lizzie. "Lizzie, what exactly did you see? What's coming to us?"Lizzie's eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I saw something… something ancient, Calvin. It's coming from the past, but I don’t know what it is. All I know is that it poses a great danger to both of us. In my vision, I saw you… dying." Her voice broke, and she started to cry, her shoulders shaking with sobs.Calvin felt a chill run down his spine, but he forced himself to stay calm. He reached out, gently taking Lizzie's hands in his, feeling their coldness. "Maybe your vision was wrong, Lizzie. Maybe it’s not set in stone."Lizzie shook her head vehemently, tears streaming down her face. "No, Calvin. It felt so real. I saw you fall from a tall building. We have to be very careful. You can't go near any tall buildings or rooftops. We need to unravel the past, to find the true truth. Whatever is coming is connected to our pare

In another part of the city, Alana Perry received a phone call in her sleek, modern office. The room was adorned with minimalist decor, a large window overlooking the city, and a polished mahogany desk that commanded attention. As she listened intently to the caller on the other end, her expression remained unreadable, though her eyes gleamed with a calculated intensity."Yes, I understand," she said, her voice smooth and controlled. The caller detailed Calvin's unauthorized medical activities, each word fueling her satisfaction. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Thank you for the information," she replied crisply before hanging up.Alana leaned back in her leather chair, fingers steepled thoughtfully. "Calvin will need my help now," she murmured to herself, already plotting her next move. The prospect of having Calvin back in her life, under her terms, filled her with a sense of power.Without wasting any time, she grabbed her phone and composed a message to Calvin. Her finger

The next morning, Calvin woke up early, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. He dressed in his best suit, the dark fabric giving him a semblance of confidence he sorely needed. He stood in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of black coffee, the bitterness grounding him as he tried to steady his nerves. The kitchen was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional chirp of birds outside the window.Lizzie entered the room, her eyes filled with concern. She wore a simple outfit, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and she looked at Calvin with a mix of worry and determination. "Calvin, I want to go with you. You need support, and I can't just sit here and do nothing."Calvin shook his head, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The warmth of his touch was a small comfort amidst the chaos inside him. "Lizzie, it's better if you stay home. The pressure in that room could trigger something. I don't want to risk you floating or glowing green in front o

Calvin remained silent and nodded, acknowledging the difficult truth. He had no other choice. He could win back his license and reopen his clinic now, but remarrying Alana was the consequence. He couldn't break their agreement.Alana, sensing his conflicted emotions, put on her most reassuring smile. "How about we grab some lunch together, Calvin? Let's celebrate our success."Calvin shook his head slightly. "The journey is still long, Alana. My license hasn't been reinstated yet, so it's too early for a celebration.""Come on, Calvin," Alana coaxed. "Besides, we need to reconnect before we get married. Think of it as a chance to start over."Calvin hesitated, uncertainty clouding his mind. But eventually, he nodded. "Alright. Let's go."They walked to a nearby restaurant, one that Alana had chosen for its quiet ambiance and excellent cuisine. The place was familiar, bringing back a flood of memories. As they were seated at a cozy table by the window, Alana ordered a bottle of their f