"Mother," Angel breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she shut her eyes, willing herself to hold onto the memory of how she had felt before everything shattered.
The moment she stepped out of the hospital, her phone rang, and the news on the other end splintered her soul into a million irreparable pieces.
The words barely registered, but the weight of them crushed her.
Without thinking, she turned and ran—her feet pounding against the cold tile floors, her heart hammering in her chest as she pushed through the sterile halls, desperate to reach the ward. But by the time she arrived, it was too late.
She stopped abruptly at the doorway, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the doctors pull a white sheet over her mother's lifeless body.
Her knees buckled beneath her, and she collapsed, numb, weak, her vision blurring with unshed tears.
How? How could this have happened?
Only moments ago, she had clung to hope, convinced that her mother would recover.
