“I’m on my way,” I choked out and hung up.
I managed to book an Uber to the airport. The Uber would have taken the same amount of time to book my flight and go through all the screening even to board.
As soon as the plane landed, I immediately took a cab to the hospital where my father was.
By the time I found the waiting area for his surgery, he was already inside being operated on, and I saw Danielle in the far corner holding our mother as she wept.
“Mum, Danielle!” I rushed over, and my mum pulled me into her arms instantly.
“Don’t cry, Mum. Dad’s going to be okay,” I murmured, gently rubbing her back. I needed those words to be spoken just as much as she needed them heard.
My mother was Luna Elaine Hillbrook; she was nearly fifty years old, yet she barely looked a day over forty.
