Sera POVThe hospital smells like bleach and something worse. I sat on this stupid plastic chair for hours, watching Dad fighting for every breath as if that's the last he has got left. Perhaps it does. His chest goes up and down, again, jerky and irregularly. Every time I look at him, I am afraid that it will be the last.He held my hands and muttered, "You don't need to stay."Yes, okay. His fingers are pressing on me now, so he can hold himself together, as if he was drowning and I am a rope. "Hush," I say, cruelly. "I'm not leaving."We both know that this is a lie. The pile of bills on the table otherwise says. They are just sitting there, this ugly pile of paper, numbers that I can't see without feeling ill. I spent three years in Portland, killing myself with dual shifts, saving every penny and trying to buy myself freedom. And now? Back here in Revenwood, with a bank account that is bleeding out, and nothing to show for it.Mom comes in with coffee that smells as if it was scr
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