ILIANA’S POV
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Morning strolls in with bright light. The sunbeams shine through the open curtains, and dad is fast asleep, leaned over with his head on my mother’s hand. Mom hasn’t woken up, and I’ve been up all night, hoping— praying that she’d just open her eyes. Drystan hasn’t left either, and he’s half asleep in the chairs outside of mom’s room. A nurse strolls in, smiling softly as she checks something, what? I have no clue, but she leaves just as fast as she came. Dad stirs awake, slowly straightening himself. Dragging a hand down the side of his face.
His eyes lock on mom, flitting over her face, and his hand drops, his shoulders sagging.
“She’ll be okay,” I breathe, grabbing his attention. I have to believe that she’ll be okay, because even though we aren’t on speaking terms, I
