Dad and Carlo burst into my hospital room hastily.
"What's wrong, Mom? Shaira is okay, right?" Dad's face was full of worry. He scrutinized me as I lay sprawled on the bed with white sheets in this room.
I shook my head to reassure him that I was fine, even though my face still looked pale.
"Carlo. Go out for a moment. Dad and Mom need to talk alone." There was a look of confusion on his face, but he didn't argue and blinked in agreement.
After Carlo left, Dad pulled a chair closer to my bed. His eyes turned to Mom, seeking an explanation.
"Shaira, tell Dad again the same thing you told Mom."
I looked back and forth between Mom and Dad.
What exactly was Mom looking for in this very sad story? Is there something I don't understand?
"Why, Mom? Dad was almost at the police station."
