Ethan checked the time again.
4:42.
He was already dressed and halfway out the door when he heard something fall upstairs.
He stopped.
For a moment, he simply stood there, keys still in his hand, listening.Then came his mother’s voice, not calling for him exactly, just a groan of pain
“Mom? Are you good?”
He went upstairs and dropped his car keys on the table near his mom’s bed.
His mother was sitting on the edge of her bed when he walked in. One hand was pressed against her chest, the other gripping the mattress beside her. Her face had lost some of its colour. Ethan’s expression changed immediately.
“Mum?”
“I’m fine.” She said, she seemed Lucid, one of the few good days
“You don’t look fine.”
She tried to stand but he was beside her before she could take the second step, catch
