Tiffany was standing outside the hospital room, her hand hovering over the doorknob.
The hallway smelled like bleach and hand sanitizer, and the pale fluorescent lights overhead buzzed with a mechanical hum that made her skin tick. She hadn’t seen Riley since she’d woken up. A nurse had said she was calm, quiet but active.
But Tiffany still hesitated.
What if Riley didn’t want to see her? What if she blamed her?
What if she was right?
She drew in a breath and pushed the door open.
Riley sat propped against a pillow, She had an IV in one arm, her hair was a tangled mess around her face. Her eyes that were always full of life, was dull now, like a dying fire barely flickering in its final stage.
When she saw Tiffany, she didn’t say a thing.
Tiffany closed the door softly and steppe
