~Tiara
She didn’t answer. She just stood there, her arms still crossed, her gaze avoiding mine. That’s when I saw it. A paper lying on the couch, half-hidden under a cushion. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked it up.
As I read the words on the page, my breath caught in my throat. “Chronic heart failure” was written in bold, and the medical jargon below painted a grim picture.
I turned to her, holding the paper aloft. My voice trembled with anger and confusion. “Is this a movie too, Sarah?”
Her eyes darted to the paper, then back to me. She didn’t say a word. Her silence screamed louder than anything she could’ve said.
I stared at her, my mind racing. This wasn’t the Sarah I knew—the strong, fiery woman who could take on the world. What was this? A trick? A plea for sympath
