Of course she passes out before I get to say anything. Her eyes roll back and close swiftly, while the nurses still work to put every little sensor back on her body.
Thanks to the knife she took to her back, the doctors unearthed underlying health issues Persephone dragged along. I have lost count of the nights that had passed since we buried Anne. I have lost count of the hours I've spent in the armchair in the corner of the hospital room. I have lost count of how many prayers my sinful lips have murmured.
Part of me felt enormous relief when I saw her walk out of her room, while another was horribly scared to see her. It was almost as if I didn't expect her to ever walk out of that room again. As if I didn't expect her to ever open her eyes again. I wanted to believe I was cursed and t
