Paulina’s Point of View
The night had fallen, but the worry in my gut wouldn’t go away. George and I arrived at the hospital, our eyes filled with uncertainty and fear.
There was no way to feel calm, not after what the receptionist had told me when they finally managed to reach me, and certainly not now, with the hospital atmosphere feeling heavy, almost grim.
“I hope Alondra is okay,” I said, filled with worry.
“She’ll be fine, she’s very strong,” George said, trying to mask his concern.
We hurried to the front desk, where a receptionist attended to us.
Despite her attempt to stay calm, I could see the worry in her eyes hiding behind her professional tone.
“Good evening,” I said with a trembling voice. “We’re here to see Alondra, how is she?”
The receptionist looked around before
