"Where are you going, Fia?" Mom asked as I went down the stairs.
I sat on the sofa and bent down to lace my shoes. "The hospital," I answered.
She sat next to me. "It's Thursday today."
"I know."
"You didn't go to school for three days and I let you, Fia. But I'm not letting you miss class anymore."
My head jerked towards her. "Mom," I uttered lamely.
She shook her head and stood up. "Your Dad made you breakfast. Go eat."
"Mom."
"He also prepared your lunch."
"I can't go to school," I tried to tell her but she raised her hand up to silence me.
"You can. And you will." She put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "I know Leon is important to you but school is important too. You can go to the hospital after, dear. He's not going anywhere."
But that was it.
Mom gave me a small sm
