139EmiliaHospitals make me anxious, but to be fair, it’s easier when you’re not the reason someone ends up in one.The smell of antiseptic clung too tightly to the air, sharp and unforgiving, like it was trying to scrub away guilt that refused to leave my skin.“It’s about fucking time you guys visited,” Nora said the moment we stepped inside.My heart sank at the sight of her. The bandage wrapped around her side was too large, too real, and the IV line trailing into her arm made everything worse.This was my fault. If I hadn’t asked her to babysit, if I had just kept them with me, maybe she wouldn’t be—“Ugh, pass the fucking chicken wings before Emilia gets all sappy and Florence Nightingale on me,” Nora groaned, waving weakly toward the bags.A small laugh escaped me despite the tightness in my chest. “Shit, are you okay?” I asked, wiping at the tear that betrayed me anyway.“I am now,” she said, already tearing into the food like she hadn’t eaten in days.“Where are the kids?” s
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