Evelina’s POV
I sat numbly the entire time unable to form a single coherent sentence as an entire team worked to save my father’s life. The nurses had multiple times tried to ask me about my father’s medical history. Apparently, for the last five years, he hadn’t even bothered getting routine check-ups. I was completely clueless. Because I hadn’t been part of his life. I hadn’t tried. He could have died, and I would never even know if he was allergic to anything.
No one would even care he was gone. Except for me. I wiped away a tear from my eye. I was the only one that could help him. Would he ever be able to leave the bottle behind? Or was this just a never-ending cycle he would repeat, until one day it would end in his death?
I wish Kyle and Mama didn’t hate him. I wish they could hel
