"Son, where's your mom?" Walter asked, ignoring his son's displeased expression.
"In her room," Sawyer replied, pointing to the master bedroom. "She's probably sleeping. She has been through so many medical tests today, Dad. Don't try to wake her; she must be exhausted."
Walter Jones paused before the door and turned to look at Sawyer. He felt grateful that his son was there to keep his mother company when he couldn't be. He gently tapped Sawyer's shoulder and said, "Thank you for being here for her."
Sawyer didn't respond, but he reacted with just a brief shrug.
"Oh, right! You'll invite me to your wedding now I'm here, right?" Walter's smile widened, pleased that his son hadn't taken his name off the guest list.
Sawyer took a deep breath and clenched his hand tightly around his phone, thoughts of Abigail flooding back to him. A few more minutes passed, but Brody hadn't given him any news, which deepened his worry.