Fiona.
Fiona felt a knot form in her stomach as she hurried through the hospital corridors. The call had come unexpectedly that morning while she was preparing for work, and with it, a flood of fear and dread.
Aunty Sandy, the woman who had been like a mother to Fiona, was gravely ill.
Fiona had always thought of Sandy as invincible, a pillar of strength and wisdom. But now, that pillar was crumbling, and Fiona wasn’t ready for it.
As she neared the room where Sandy was being treated, Fiona took a deep breath, bracing herself for what lay ahead.
When she finally reached Sandy’s room, Fiona was stunned by what she saw.
Sandy, who had always been so full of life, lay frail in the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering her face. Her chest rose and fell with difficulty, each breath a lab
