The sound of people arguing wakes me. Confused, I look around to find where the voices are coming from and where I am. A heart monitor beeps to the left of me. Am I in the hospital? I pull the curtains surrounding the bed I’m in open to see who else is there and why they’re arguing.
The scene I’m greeted with only confuses me more. “Dad?” I say, shocked to see him here.
“Lilah, you’re finally up,” Dad says, relief in his voice as he rushes over to me.
“How are you feeling?” Beau asks, coming to stand on the other side of the bed. I open my mouth to reply, but Dad cuts me off.
“You’re still here?” Dad barks, glaring at Beau. Yikes. If looks could kill, then Beau would definitely be dead right now.
“I know you don’t want me here,” Beau bites out, “but it’s my baby she’s carrying.”
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