Begin Again novel Chapter 216

There are moments in our lives—crossroad moments—that change everything through the convergence of destiny and choice. Moments when one must decide to proceed in the same direction or change course.

Liam getting shot wasn't that moment.

But, the seventy-two hours before the shooting—at the charity benefit when Aleksei handed Eden the ring box—now, that was a crossroad moment, the converging point when their fate collided with their decisions.

The minute she looked inside and saw the bullet, she knew she'd opened Pandora's box and released all the misery and evil into their lives, and Liam's feud with the Ivanovs would only end in grief and bloodshed.

Now, as Jace and Aaron raced her to the Medi Clinic in Glen Eagles, where Liam was taken by an emergency services helicopter, Eden was well aware she'd been presented with another crossroad moment—she could either curl up and die from despair or hope and pray that the God she hadn't talked to in years miraculously comes through for her and lights up the way.

She chose to hope and pray, and that's all she did as she held Brenda's rosary and touched the crucifix for comfort.

Not a single word was uttered during the fifteen-minute ride to the hospital. The mood in the car was so sombre and the silence so eerie it was almost as if they were already in mourning.

Liam's head of security was waiting for her at the entrance when they arrived. He hurried her inside, leading her through a series of hallways and elevators.

The whole time Eden tried to keep up with his quick stride, she couldn't take her eyes away from the bloodstains splattered on his shirt; they painted a harrowing picture.

"What happened, James? How bad is he?" She asked as they jumped into yet another elevator. They'd moved through so many floors and so many elevators her head was almost spinning. But she was glad to escape the overpowering smell of disinfectant permeating the corridors, even if it was only briefly.

"They've just rushed him into surgery, Ma'am. Dr Samuels is working on him. He's one of the best trauma surgeons in the country. You can rest assured Mr Anderson is in good hands," he replied.

Eden was mighty relieved at his announcement. Liam's chances were looking significantly better if the best trauma surgeon in the country was on his medical team.

But she needed a little more reassurance. So she pressed James, begging for the even slightest ray of hope. "He'll be okay, though, right? I mean, it can't be that bad?"

"The doctors are doing everything they can." He smiled patiently and repeated what he had already told her as he pushed her through the doors of the trauma unit, where they were greeted by a hoard of security personnel from Anderson Logistics.

"We don't know if the shooting was an accident or if Aleksei plans to come back and finish the job. So we have to be careful," James explained his troop's presence.

Liam's parents, both visibly distraught and anxious, rushed to her side as soon they saw her.

"Oh, Eden. I'm so glad you're here," Lois cried as she clung to her. "The doctor's haven't told us much. But James said we lost him on their way here, but the paramedics were able to bring him back and control the bleeding."

"Do we know anything about the shooting? Where was he shot? How bad is it?" Eden asked. "I don't understand any of it. He was just supposed to meet Aleksei and give him his twenty percent and now—and now—"

A massive lump of despair clogged up her throat, cutting off her words as she gasped for breath and tried to take in huge chunks of air to drive away her panic.

Clarke rested his hands at her sides and gently shook her out of her hysteria. "If there's anything I know about my son, he's as stubborn as they come. He won't die."

Desperately wanting to believe him, Eden nodded and allowed him to sit her down on the bench directly across the operating room, and they began their long wait.

As the first hour slowly merged with the second, it became harder for her to remain calm and positive and not for the first time since Liam's phone call, she found herself struggling to come to grips with the day's events.

She didn't get it, how things had gone so wrong, and the day that should have been one of their happiest had turned into this never-ending nightmare.

She just wanted to know why.

Why now, when everything was going so well, and they were so happy and in love?

The Lord says ask, and you shall receive. She did ask Him to bring her and Liam together. But now—now He was threatening to rip him from her again.

Lois took her hand and clasped it in hers and smiled her reassurance. "He'll be okay. But your hands won't at the rate you're going."

"Sorry," Eden mumbled.

"Do you take anything?"

Eden turned her confused gaze on her, "for what?"

"Your anxiety?"

"Nothing, so far. The doctor thinks it's due to stress. But she didn't prescribe anything. I think maybe because of the baby."

Lois' eyes widened, a big smile lighting up her face. "You mean?"

Eden nodded. "I found out this afternoon, and I don't know what I'll do if Liam—"

Lois pulled her close and hugged her tight. "He'll make it. He has no choice but to make it now. And my son is anything but a quitter. If he knows about the baby, he'll fight with everything in him to make it back to you."

Eden could only nod, placing all her hope in her words. She knew Liam better than anyone. After all, she was his mother.

"Do you pray?" Lois pointed at the rosary on her lap.

Her question caught her off guard, and for an embarrassingly long moment, Eden didn't know what to say. She was so tempted to lie just to save face. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Her shoulders slumped, shame clouding her eyes, she stared at the ballerina slippers at her feet and confessed. "It's been a while."

"I think today is a good day to start again," Lois replied. She stood up and held out her hand. "Let's go pray."

Eden took it, but her eyes remained glued to the door and her heart inside the operating room.

How was she supposed to leave Liam while he was fighting for his life?