OLIVIA
We waited outside the operating room while Hannah’s heart surgery was ongoing. The corridor was quiet except for the occasional footsteps of passing nurses. Margareth’s phone suddenly rang, the sound sharp in the tense silence.
“Olivia, can you take the call? I don’t think I can talk to anyone right now,” Margareth said softly.
Ever since Hannah was wheeled into the operating room, Margareth had been sitting quietly with her hands clasped together, praying nonstop for the surgery to be successful.
I took her phone and saw Liam’s name flashing on the screen. I answered the call.
“How did Hannah’s surgery go?” Liam’s voice came through the line, filled with concern.
“The surgery is still ongoing,” I said. “How’s your promotion going? Margareth told me you’re coming
