Georgia’s steps slowed as she neared May’s hospital room. Her fingers tightened around the coffee cup she had picked up earlier, now cold in her hand. The quiet hallway hummed with the soft buzz of lights and the occasional beep from nearby machines. She reached out for the doorknob.
Then her phone rang.
She paused and fished it out of her pocket, frowning when she saw the name on the screen.
Dad.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She hesitated before swiping to answer. “Hello?” Her voice was low, unsure.
“Georgia.” Her father’s deep voice boomed through the line, sharp with emotion. “You came back to the country and didn’t think to tell me?”
Georgia blinked, caught off guard. She turned away from the door and leaned against the white wall, clutching the phone tighter. “Dad, I’m sorry. I wa
