Zoe was lying on the bed in the Lockwood Hospital. The doctors managed to pull her back from the dead, but she was still very weak and needed to stay in the hospital for further observation.

Standing by the window, Mason watched the gathered snow on top of the tree branches.

The doctor said softly from behind him, “Ms. Zoe took more than twenty sleeping pills. It was probably a suicide attempt brought on by her postpartum depression. I suggest you let her go through the psychotherapy and keep her away from the source of her distress. That should help her kick off the depression sooner.”

After a brief moment, he responded lightly, “Okay.”

Then, the doctor left.

Turning around, Mason looked at Zoe who was lying quietly on the bed. He hadn’t stopped trembling since he found her unconscious in their bedroom.

She almost died. If he had come home half an hour later, then she might very well have crossed over onto the other side and Yanni would’ve been motherless.

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