I can’t believe this is happening.
As Dad drives us to the hospital, my mind is swirling with horrible scenarios of what could have happened to Lauren.
She was supposed to be on her shift. She told me this morning she would be working.
Did she get hurt on duty? How bad is it? Is it a good sign we don’t know anything else?
After my father said she was in the hospital, I helped him get Mom off the couch and put her in the truck. I climbed into the back seat, completely mute. I couldn’t make myself utter a word, and I still can’t.
I don’t know what to say. Anything I say will be meaningless until we know more.
Should I comfort my parents?
I shake my head, not allowing myself to go down that road.
Lauren is fine. I know that. She’s the toughest, strongest person I know. Whatever happ
