𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

Arohi’s voice barely survived her own breath.
“Join my father to the hospital. I will come.”

The words sounded like they were dragged from the bottom of her chest, soaked in helpless tears that refused to stop. She wiped her face with trembling fingers, not because it helped, but because she no longer felt she had the right to look weak.