Kayla
I rushed through the hospital doors and saw my dad pacing back and forth. His face looked older, more tired. When he saw me, his eyes widened and he pulled me into a tight hug.
Immediately I got closer to him, I started sobbing against his shoulder. "What happened? Dad, tell me!"
He pulled back and sighed. His eyes were full of pain. "Well, your mother... she wasn't taking her medication anymore, and she—"
"What?" I cut him off. "What do you mean she wasn't taking it? Why?"
"Calm down, baby. Please," he said, holding my shoulders firmly. He looked around nervously. We were in the middle of a quiet waiting room, and people were starting to stare.
"How could she just stop?" I demanded, my heart racing.
My dad lowered his voice to a whisper. "The pills were expensive, Kayla. She
