CANDICE
It's been a week, but Mom stayed cooped up inside her room. She refused to talk to me after she regained consciousness. She didn't answer any of the questions that were on my mind. I sighed and glanced at her room door.
"Still nothing?" Blake asked and sat beside me. I shook my head and sighed again. I am currently handling numerous issues, yet none of them have reached a resolution. I massage my head. Thinking all about this gives me a headache. The sickness I'm feeling has been on and off for a week. I wanted to have a checkup, but it always slips my mind.
"She still refused to see me. I requested Anya bring her food," I said. He touched my head and slowly pushed it to lean on his shoulder.
"We will wait for her," he said. But what if it is too late on our part? I don't want
