Michael
The hours pass and there's still no update on my mother's condition.
The room has fallen into a silence heavy with anguish and uncertainty.
We've all changed positions and paced through every corner of the room nervously. Except for Iris, who hasn't returned for quite some time.
The concern grows, and I decide to go look for her again.
The walk to her office seems endless.
The door is open, and a female voice grows louder with each step I take closer.
"You're still so naive! Michael will never fall in love with you," As I get closer, I recognize Loren's voice.
I walk faster to stop that woman from doing or saying anything to my wife.
Iris's cold laugh reaches me just as I turn to enter the room.
"Do you think I care? I don't love him," the mockery and disdain in her voice
