*****Erika’s POV*****
The doctor walked into the room. “Good day, Your Highness. My Lady.” He bowed in greeting to me and Paula.
“Good day, doctor.” Paula and I chorused our replies.
“Are you doing well, Your Highness?” The man looked at me, concern lacing his middle aged features.
“Yes doc.” I nodded.
He looked at Paula who merely shrugged, then pointed at dad. “How is he doing, doctor? Any improvement yet?”
“Not yet, I’m afraid.” He wore a mask of uncertainty and sympathy.
I nodded, battling with the painful constriction of my heart. “Not yet.” I repeated as though trying to say it would make me understand what he meant.
“I’m sorry.” The doctor’s soothing voice drew me to tears but I held it in.
I should never show weakness in public. If I must be overwhelmed
