CHAPTER FIFTY SIX
I rushed into the waiting room of the hospital, heels on one hand with the other clutching on the edge of my dress. The Valiente’s were running behind me, trying to catch up but at this point I was too shaken to slow down. My father was pacing to and fro outside the ER, one hand on his waist while other massaged his forehead but the moment he saw me, he rushed over, meeting me half-way. There was blood on his grey sweater but he was too shaken to probably even notice. The sight of blood did not augur well with me and for a split of a second I felt my stomach walls contract.
“Zoe,” he hugged me, tears falling down his eyes. The last time I had seen tears remotely in his eyes was when Noah passed away.
“W-What happened? Where is mum?” I asked. I could almost hear t
