Ashley
The antiseptic smell of the hospital corridor made my stomach churn as I paced back and forth, my heels clicking against the polished floor.
My phone felt heavy in my hand. Zach's contact information glaring at me from the screen. Even after everything, after all the misunderstandings that had torn us apart, I was still the person who had to make this call.
I took a deep breath and pressed dial. Each ring seemed to stretch into eternity.
"Ash?" His voice came through, guarded but tender.
"Zach, you need to come to Memorial Hospital right away," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "It's your mother."
The line went silent for a moment. "What happened?" His composure cracked, just slightly.
"She collapsed at home. The ambulance brought her in fifteen minutes ago." I swallowe
