Livia’s POV
My ears start to ring. My hands are shaking. I look around like someone is watching me, because it honestly feels like someone is breathing down my neck.
But Ella is busy. Ford isn’t around.
There’s only me and this paper.
This information.
My mom in a coma.
Maybe this is a lie. Maybe this is a prank. Maybe someone out there wants me to feel bad and is just doing this. Maybe it isn’t even real and I’m just panicking over nothing.
But why would someone make a prank about this?
Why would anyone make a joke about this?
Slowly, I turn to Ella. My voice is unstable as I ask, “Ella, have you heard anything about my mom? Anything from Ford? They call him and they don’t call me.”
Ella turns to face me, her expression eager at first. But when she hears my words, all that eager
