Lyra
Jed and I parted ways, but not before he asked me to keep him updated on my father’s health. I promised, touched that someone other than me was showing genuine concern and said goodbye.
The weight in my chest easing somewhat. I was finally doing something, no longer sitting on my hands and bemoaning my problems. Then my phone rang again and my heart rose to my throat when I saw it was the hospital calling.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I told the nurse, almost running at a full sprint towards the looming building ahead, praying to the moon goddess to keep dad safe.
I skidded to a halt in front of dad’s room, out of breath and my nerves shot to hell. I stood in front of the closed door, gripping the door handle but terrified to go in, unsure of what was waiting on the other s
