The drive to the hospital blurred into red lights and half-remembered turns. By the time I pushed through the surgical waiting room doors, Lily was already there, alone, her white cane resting across her knees like something she was guarding.
We waited as the clock counted the hours.
I sat down beside her and took her hand.
« I’m here, » I whispered. « I came as fast as I could. »
She nodded once. Her fingers were cold.
« Have they told you anything? »
« Only that they took him in, » she said. « That was two hours ago. »
We waited as the clock counted the hours.
« We did everything we could. »
Around hour four, I tried to break the silence.
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