LUCAS JONES
“I am sorry, but your mother is no more.” The doctor explained Cassandra’s mother’s death. “She died left us in her sleep at 6:45 am. We did all we could to save her, but there was no life left in her. I am truly sorry,”
I look at Cassandra, who is quietly staring into space, not saying anything. I don’t think she heard what the doctor said.
I grab her hand and give it a little tight squeeze. Only now does she turn her face and look at me.
She smiles and nods.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Is it wrong that I don’t feel anything now? Why am I not feeling hurt or crying? I just lost my mother, Lucas,” She growls.
“It will hurt; just not now. You will cry, but just not yet. Come on,” I get up from the chair. “Let me take you home. I will take care of this,” I suggest.
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