Playing Second Fiddle
Now, I had barely seen a glimmer of hope, only for Lily's condition to become critical.
I struggled to breathe, and maybe it was the alcohol, but my head spun for a moment.
Then, the phone in my pocket jolted me awake. For the past two years, to fulfill my role of being a devoted doormat, I had set up a special ringtone just for Evie.
I picked up instinctively.
"Where are you?" Her voice on the other end was cold, tinged with questioning.
I looked at the ceiling and replied calmly, "What's wrong?"