ALPHA ZYK.
I stood in the hospital’s hallway, waiting for Emma to come out from her dad’s room, after going to get some clothes on due to Curt’s incessant nagging. She came out after a long wait, looking frailer and skinnier than normal.
Her ebony black hair was everywhere with the single beaded strand dangling close to her ear, giving her a bedraggled look, and the blue colored hospital oversized gown I gave her after she shifted made her look smaller than she actually was coupled the male-ish open toe slippers that seemed funny in her feet.
I pondered on a whole lot of things while I was away from her, like what if I did everything right from the start? What if I didn’t treat her like she was some sort of disease worth getting rid of?
And after she had left, what if I lost her com
