~Tiara
The hospital hallway was eerily quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional echo of footsteps the only sounds breaking the silence. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I approached Sarah’s room, a mixture of emotions swirling within me—anger, resentment, and pity. It was exhausting to feel so much at once.
I pushed the door open and stepped in, seeing Sarah sitting upright in the hospital bed, her frail frame almost swallowed by the oversized gown. Her face lit up weakly when she saw me, but I wasn’t sure if it was gratitude or guilt that softened her expression.
“Tiara,” she said softly, her voice hoarse but steady.
“Sarah,” I greeted, forcing a small smile.
Before I could say more, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw my m
