Whispers of a Second Chance
I pressed, my voice trembling as I reached the cool, tiled surface of the kitchen counter, gripping it for support.
“He fell into a coma because of his acute hypertension,” she answered, and I felt my shoulders sag under the weight of her words. The air felt thick, almost suffocating.
“Gosh! Since when?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I fought against the rising panic, my hands beginning to shake.
“Yesterday, honey!” Mom replied, and I could feel the hot sting of tears spilling down my cheeks, blurring my vision.
“We're going back there,” I told her firmly, determination rising in me even as despair threatened to pull me under.