“She’s no better at all?”I asked as I searched the pack doctor’s face, desperate for even a flicker of good news. Instead, Dr. Astor pressed his lips together and shook his head grimly.“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I wish I had better news for you.”“No,” I exhaled heavily, the sound shaky in my own ears. “I understand. I knew she might not be. I guess I’d just been… hoping.”Davorin, who’d been standing quietly at my side, rubbed his warm hand over my upper arm. The pressure was meant to comfort, but it did nothing to soothe the knot in my chest.My mom’s mental health had been spiraling these last five weeks, and no matter how many visits to the doctor or how much rest she got, it wasn’t changing just because I wanted it to.“It’s not your fault, you know,” Davorin murmured in my ear, his voice low enough for only me to hear. But we both knew that was a lie. Guilt had its claws hooked deep in my throat.“She’s been getting worse ever since I pressed her about my
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