Those words hit me like a sledgehammer, slamming into my skull so hard my whole brain swam.
'Last time to see her?' I couldn't wrap my head around it, forcing a wobbly smile. "Amelia, you're messing with me, right? Mom's been out of it this whole time. How would she even see the news?"
Amelia shook her head. "Hurry up and go. If you drag your feet, you might not even get to say goodbye at all."
As I sprinted out of the office, Mr. Peterson spoke, his ice-cold voice carrying after me. "So what if her mom's dead? In a week, tie her up and drag her to the set if you have to..."
By the time I made it to the hospital, Mom had already been wheeled into the ICU.
The woman who'd smiled so softly in the photo I'd seen just a few days ago lay there motionless now, tubes sticking out of almost e
