Lucy took several deep breaths, forcing the air into her lungs until her chest stopped heaving. She used the hem of her sweater to wipe the tears from under her eyes and smoothed her hair. She had to be strong for her mother. She couldn't let her see how much the promise to her father had broken her.
She walked back down the hallway to the waiting area. Her mother was sitting on the edge of the plastic chair, clutching a damp tissue. She looked up as Lucy approached.
"He’s sleeping now," Lucy said, sitting down and taking her mother’s hand.
"He loves you so much, Lucy," her mother whispered. "He’s just so worried about what happens to us when he's gone. He doesn't want us to lose the roof over our heads."
"I know, Mom. I understand." Lucy squeezed her hand. "Where is Leo? Is he okay?"
