Judy’s POV
The morning sun streamed softly through the hospital windows. My mother was still resting, her chest rising slowly with each breath. I had stayed by her side all night, afraid to leave even for a minute. Sophia sat beside me, scrolling quietly on her phone, her legs crossed, looking exhausted but alert.
I tried to sleep, but my mind was racing. Thoughts about David, the contract, my mother’s surgery, and my broken heart swirled like a storm inside me. Everything was moving so fast—marriage, hospital bills, strangers who felt closer to me than old friends.
Sophia leaned back and stretched. “Girl… you look like a zombie,” she said softly, glancing at me. “You even forgot to eat anything last night.”
“I couldn’t,” I whispered. “Mum… she’s my mother. I can’t just leave h
