Chapter 33: My Father, Part 2
Warrick
Cassandra’s breathing was irregular, her skin so pale that every time I looked at her, I felt like my heart stopped. We were in the hospital consultation room, and although I was trying to stay calm, fear was eating me alive inside. I sat next to her, our hands intertwined, as if holding on to her could prevent anything bad from happening.
My eyes couldn’t leave her face. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable in that moment, an image so far from the strong woman I knew and loved. I wanted to tell her that everything would be alright, that I would take care of everything, that she didn’t need to worry about anything.
She had barely spoken this whole time, trying to smile but always failing at it. I hoped she couldn’t see what I was feeling in that mo
