We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 17
17 I paced the small waiting room while my mother stared at the wall, deep inside her own mind, and my sister texted on her phone. We’d been at the hospital for three hours and had seen no sign of the doctor to tell us how my father was doing. Several times I’d thought about going to the cafeteria downstairs, just to have something to occupy my mind, but I gave up on the idea a second later. What if the doctor came when I wasn’t there? I flopped down in the chair beside my mother. “I don’t understand,” I whispered. My mother reached over the armrests and held my good hand. I stared at our fingers laced together. She never did that. “There isn’t much to understand,” she said. “We won’t know the details until he can tell us.” But when would that be? We had no idea when he would wake u
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
