EMMA POV
Before Natalie could respond, a nurse approached me, my face kind but serious. "Miss Emma? Dr. Aaron would like to have a word with you."
I nodded, muttering a quick, "I have to go, Nat," before hanging up. I slipped my phone into my pocket and followed the nurse down the hall, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions, scared of what the doctor has to say to me this time about my mom's condition.
Dr. Aaron was waiting for me outside the ICU. He was a tall man in his mid-fifties, with a calm, authoritative presence. "Emma," he greeted her, his voice measured. "Your mother’s surgery went well. We were able to remove the tumor successfully, but it was more complicated than we anticipated, so you dont have to be scared and put your mind at ease."
I felt my heart skip a beat, he
