Amelia bit down on her lip, trying to summon every ounce of strength she had left. She was here for Maddie—no one else. She pushed away every other emotion, hardening her resolve. Just thirty minutes ago, she'd been by Maddie's side in that stark hospital room, helplessly watching her frail daughter fight for her life. A fragile, bone-thin old man had wandered into the room, holding a worn drawing in his shaky hands—a gift he'd found among his late grandson's things.