"What on earth is going on?!" I shouted out.
"I don't know. My mom called, and I came straight to find you!" Olson answered.
Olson and I rushed to the hospital. Terror crept over my body like an army of ants, each one a needle pricking at my skin. My palms were slick with cold sweat.
The image of my father’s death played out before my eyes in a series of haunting frames. There was the pristine white sheet, the cold, lifeless body, the eyes that would never open again. And the sound of my mother’s wail, a raw, animalistic cry of agony that sliced through the air like a jagged blade.
My legs turned to jelly, and my voice quivered uncontrollably. I couldn't bear to imagine if my mother left me too.
How would I ever face the long, daunting road of life ahead...
The pungent scent of disi
