Racheal sped down the highway, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing as fast as the car. Jamal. Her son. Her world.
The thought of something happening to him was unbearable. She tried to steady her breath, but it came out shaky, the anxiety gnawing at her insides.
Victor, in his own car a few lengths behind, could barely keep his composure. His mind was flooded with thoughts. he was never there for the young boy all his life, he couldn't afford to loose a son.
He hated himself for what he did in the past, but now wasn't the time to dwell on his failures.
As they neared the hospital, Racheal’s phone buzzed again. Her hands fumbled to grab it, and she quickly put it on speaker. “Dr. Collins?” she asked, her voice barely holding together.
“Yes, it’s me,”
