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Eric let me sleep until eleven the next morning. I wanted to go home and change before going back to the club, but he insisted that I stayed, since I had everything I needed here.
“I’m going to visit my father at the hospital,” I protested.
“Baby, he’s probably still under an induced coma. You won’t be able to talk to him. I know you want to be there, but it won’t make much difference right now. Why don’t you call your mother? She’ll let you know how he is.”
So I called her, and she said exactly what Eric had predicted. There hadn’t been any progress, and my mother sounded exhausted, yawning every two words. She probably stayed there all day and night, staring at the walls and waiting for something to happen. But nothing would happen. Not today at least. Still, guilt filled me for n
