Bryce
We reach San Francisco in no time. Michael has arranged for a hotel pick-up service for us. The driver was going to take us straight to Hillcrest Hospital and our things would be brought to the hotel. I asked Michael to book us in the hotel closest to the hospital. I knew Tatiana would want to be close to her Mom.
She’s been quiet since we boarded the plane. I know she was scared. As much as she says she hates her Mom, I know Tatiana loves her very much.
Once we reach the hospital, I get out and offer my hand to her. “Are you ready?”
“I’m scared, Bryce. I don’t want to lose another parent.” She says, as she holds my hand.
“You don’t need to be scared, Darling. I’m here for you, okay?” I reassured her as I held onto her hand tightly.
The receptionist tells us her Mom is in Ro
