Chapter 9 - Ruth Waking Up In Sanctuary
Back at the private hospital suite in Chicago, morning sunlight poured through the large, pristine windows, warming the room.
Ruth stirred slowly beneath the crisp white cotton sheets, her eyelids flickering as she adjusted to the gentle light.
She turned her head slightly and saw Dela sitting quietly in the corner chair reading a book to little Mia.
“Dela... my dear?” Ruth’s voice was raspy, but clearer than it had been in months.
Dela dropped her book instantly, jumping up from her chair and rushing to the bedside with a radiant smile.
“I’m right here, Ruth. How are you feeling?” Dela asked gently, taking the elderly woman’s frail hand in hers.
“My head... it feels lighter. Like a heavy fog finally lifted,” Ruth whispered, looking around the luxurious hospital room in confusion.
“Where are we? Is this heaven?” she asked with a faint, innocent smile.
“Not quite heaven, Mrs. Hartley. You’re safe in a private suite, and you have a very important visitor waiting outside,” Dela said warmly.
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The door opened slowly, and Knox stepped into the room, his imposing presence instantly softening as he looked at his mother.
Ruth squinted her eyes, trying to focus on the tall, broad-shouldered man standing by the foot of her bed.
