AMARA
“You need to go home, take a proper shower, and try to get some rest,” Soya said gently. Her eyes kept flicking between me and Ashley, who lay motionless on the hospital bed. My little girl looked so fragile with the oxygen mask covering her nose.
“It’s been three days,” Soya added, her voice filled with concern.
I forced myself to tear my eyes away from Ashley. When I looked at Soya, my vision blurred with tears I could no longer hold back. My throat tightened as I whispered, “What I should be doing right now is fighting for my daughter—and suing that school.” Someone hurt her. Someone did this, and I don’t even know who. And instead of fighting back, I’m just sitting here… frozen, because I’m too terrified to leave her side.
Soya didn’t speak right away. She reached for the oth
