~Louise~
As the last of the days’ visiting hours ended, I sucked in a thankful breath. The setting sun’s warm glow cast a beautiful array of yellows, oranges, and reds into my hospital room, reflecting a peaceful kaleidoscope across the stark white walls.
Beyond the window, I could hear the gentle rustle of leaves swaying in the breeze, signalling the approaching of a quiet evening. Mum left for the night, and I could relax and have time to come to terms with the surgery. Visitors had filed in and out all day, Mum, Raine, Jo, and the Gamma family, leaving little time to think. Every day since my surgery had been the same.
Tyrone was the most common visitor. He came by early and brought a bouquet of blood-red roses that sat by the window in a stunning display of colour. And he returned
