It was already dark when my parents reached the hospital. Mom rushed into the corridor. "What about the wedding?"
Julia looked up sharply. Dad gave Mom's arm a hard tug. She went pale. "I mean... how could this happen to Tessa?"
Dylan sat on a bench. Slowly, he lifted his head. "Mrs. Holloway, did she call you today?"
Mom took out her phone. There had been a call from my number shortly after 1 p.m., when my body was already lying in the rest area. Julia had used my phone. She couldn't reach Dylan and wanted to check my medical history. Mom hadn't answered. She'd sent a text instead.
Mom: You're about to get married. You can't come running to me every time something upsets you. You're lucky Dylan's willing to marry you. Watch your attitude.
Julia scrolled farther back. I'd told Mom my
