Chapter 43

The day Arthur had his surgery, Charisse took the day off and stayed with him at the hospital. Even though the doctors kept saying there was a high chance everything would go fine, Charisse couldn't shake off the nerves. Her dad was all she had. She just couldn't afford for anything to go wrong. About five hours later, the OR doors finally swung open. The lead surgeon came out and smiled, "Good news. The surgery went really well." Charisse let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and thanked him nonstop. Recovery went pretty smoothly, too. There were some mild signs of rejection, but nothing alarming. After work every day, Charisse would head straight to the hospital to look after her dad herself. Arthur's condition was improving day by day, but Charisse was clearly losing weight and looking worn out—enough to make Arthur's heart ache. "Sweetheart, go home and get some rest. I'm doing just fine," he said, concerned. She peeled an apple as she replied casually, "I'm really no