Luciano stood with Zia and James as they looked through the glass walls at Keirah. She was in the same pajamas, t-shirt, and shorts she was in yesterday when Luciano left her with Zia.
She lay on the same sofa. Locked in the stair room. Zia had taken her out of her bedroom to the glass-walled room, which was better hospital-equipped to take care of her.
But luckily at least today she was awake. Luciano looked at her body, which had lost so much weight in just twenty-four hours, and he felt bad for her.
“Please, Zia, let's wait for longer to announce the news to her. This is the worst time to announce to her that her sister has died.”
Keirah's chest was rising and falling heavily. Her face was pale and her eyes glistened. She pushed herself painfully to raise her hands and knees off the
