Yes, missing thisst chance would be an eternal regret.


    With gathered strength, I stepped forward.


    As I opened the door, I saw my mother sitting silently by the bed under the stark light.


    She looked utterly defeated, her eyes red and swollen.


    She didn’t move or look up, even when the door creaked open.


    Carlos let out a sigh.


    “She’s been here sincest night, steadfast in her resolve to stay by his side.


    No one has been able to persuade her to take a break.


    ”


    A whirlwind of emotions surged within me.


    Her son was unconscious, her husband was gone, and our pack faced danger.


    The strength she mustered to endure the night was beyond myprehension.


    I made my way towards her.


    Before I got close, she seemed to detect my presence as she looked up at me.


    When she realized it was me, tears streamed down her face.


    She had always been poised and dignified, but now she cried like a child, feeling helpless and desperate.


    “Caleb.


    .


    My mother called out my name in a voice quivering with emotion and signaled me toe closer.


    “Come, see your father.


    He yearned for onest glimpse of you.


    ”


    Under the harsh light, she seemed so fragile, on the brink of breaking down.


    My heart ached for her.


    Somehow, I found myself by my father’s side, not fully aware of how I got there, standing before his bed.


    My fathery on the bed, his eyes shut tight and his face pale.


    He appeared thinner, with deep-set eyes.


    He didn’t have the samemanding presence as before.


    Hey therepletely still, as if he were just sleeping.


    No one could have imagined that his eyes would never open again.


    My mother caressed his face and shared, “Before your father passed, he spoke of you often, regretting not seeing you onest time.


    He was always a mix of toughness and tenderness, missing you and Debra deeply, despite never voicing it.


    ”


    I couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer.


    With a thud, I dropped to my knees in front of my father.


    Tears poured out, clouding my vision.


    “Dad, I’m sorry.


    I didn’t make it in time.


    ”


    This apology wasden with profound remorse and guilt.


    Sadly, he was no longer there to hear it.


    Caleb’s POV:


    My mother’s tears flowed even faster.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    She fought back sadness, reaching out to help me up.


    “Caleb, your father never med you.


    In his eyes, you’ve always been his most cherished and valiant son.


    ”