Andrew slowly opened the door, entering the dimly lit hospital room. His footsteps were light, careful as he didn't want Anisha to wake up.
Gently, he placed the paper bag on the table beside her bed.
Blueberry muffins. Her favorite. Just as she liked them.
Last night had been hell for him. Neither Ryan nor Mira made a single sound on the way home. Surely, Mira must've known the truth by the time they'd gotten home. Especially considering the fact that he'd carried her, teary-eyed and whimpering to her room. And Ryan, he'd slammed his door shut the minute they'd gotten home.
It had just been one night. And the house, it already felt empty without Anisha.
It no longer felt like home.
And the night, it had seemed to drag on.
Sighing, he sat down the chair, instantly reaching for Anish
