Kyle's frantic call came through—Pamela had attempted suicide by cutting her wrists, losing a dangerous amount of blood.
Miraculously, they'd discovered her in time. After emergency treatment, she was now stable.
"Mom," Joanne choked out, her nails biting into her palms, "what could've possibly made you do this again?"
Kyle's voice crackled with static and confusion over the phone, urging her to come immediately.
Joanne didn't hesitate. She flagged down a cab, her knee bouncing uncontrollably during the ride. Tires squealed as the vehicle lurched to a stop—before it fully parked, she'd already shoved the door open and bolted out, leaving the startled driver shouting after her.
Her sneakers slapped against the sterile hospital floors as she sprinted toward the room, only to be met with
