The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air as the doctor’s words echoed in my ears. “I’m sorry, we did everything we could, but she didn’t make it.” It was like the world had stopped spinning. I could see the doctor’s lips moving, but the words didn’t seem real. Mom was gone. The thought was too much to bear.
I pulled out my phone with trembling hands and dialed my dad’s number. He picked up on the second ring. “Kyle? What’s wrong?”
His voice, usually so steady and reassuring, was now tinged with fear. “Dad,” I choked out, tears streaming down my face. “It’s Mom. She… she didn’t make it. You need to come to the hospital.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then I heard the sound of him grabbing his keys. “I’m on my way, son. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Stay stro
