Tabitha's POV
I stood quietly there, watching Mark handle Holly's discharge papers.
Then I followed them back to their villa, where I cooked a few dishes. Derek came, too.
Holly sat in the wheelchair, looking super fragile.
She kept dialing Daphne's number, clearly missing her like crazy.
To avoid upsetting her, Mark didn't tell her the truth. And I got that. Holly had been a solid mom for Daphne her whole life. He didn't want her to die with regrets.
"Just let her be. You know she's a willful girl. I bet she'll come home in a few days," Mark said with a hint of resignation.
"Yeah, you're right," Holly murmured softly.
Perhaps thinking Daphne still hated her, she stopped trying to ring her up.
While we were eating, Holly kept nagging Derek to take good care of Daphne and never hur
