ILIANA'S POV
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After a week of visiting Mom in the hospital, I successfully avoided Dad. I went to visit when I knew he'd be at work because I have no strength to deal with him too. Getting home just after it got dark, I take my coat off, sighing as the sweet smell of food engulfs my nostrils.
"I'm home," I tell Drystan, noticing a few boxes standing at the staircase. Moving boxes to be exact. "I'm making dinner," he yells back from the kitchen. "Oh really?" I taunt, slipping out of my flats, leaving them next to the couch. The cold tiles feel marvelous against my warm feet.
"No," he retorts, snorting loudly. I come up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso. "How is she?" My shoulders sink. "She hasn't woken up yet. Doctors say it doesn't look good," My heart squeezes, fear w
