By the time I arrived at the hospital a little after three in the afternoon the following day, Barnet in tow, Callum was awake and sitting up in his bed. He looked better than he had when River, Waylin and I had left him. He had a happy smile on his face. Flushed cheeks. The doctors were probably wondering how someone who’d spent six months in a coma could be functioning so well. They could classify it as a medical miracle for all I cared. It was just good to see him awake—alive and kicking. His family seemed to agree…