HOSPITAL ROOM
The white walls of the room were silent, but the air inside felt heavy. Machines beeped softly beside the hospital bed. Sylvester stood near the doorway, his heart beating fast. The moment the doctor told him she was awake, he had rushed in.
His mother turned her head slowly when she heard the door open. Her eyes were wide, full of confusion.
“Sylvester,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Tell me I was dreaming. Georgia... she’s not really the Brooks heir, right? That was just a nightmare?” She asked, with panick filled voice.
He stepped closer and sat down on the chair beside her bed. “Mom... you saw it yourself. You were there.” He muttered.
She sat up a little, her hands gripping the sheets. “No. That can’t be true. It can’t be. That girl...she’s not supposed to have a
