CHAPTER 9
Judy’s POV
One week.
Those words kept echoing in my head even as I sat on the cold hospital bench that night.
Sophia and I didn’t go home.
We couldn’t.
My mother was inside the operating room, and there was no way I would leave the hospital. I sat there with my back against the wall, my knees pulled close to my chest, staring at the red light above the theatre door.
Operation in progress.
Every time the door opened, my heart jumped.
Sophia stayed beside me, quieter than usual. Even she didn’t have the strength to gossip that night. She only held my hand tightly whenever my breathing became uneven.
Time moved slowly.
Painfully slow.
Hours passed.
I don’t even remember when I fell asleep. I only remember my head resting on Sophia’s shoulder and the smell of disinfectan
