The trip to the hospital was a blur, just as much as how I traveled back to my house where Creed came to bring me the bad news. My heart pounded painfully in my chest, my mind creating endless scenarios, each one worse than before, like a vintage film rolling on and on again from a projector.
The car had barely stopped when I climbed down and ran the slick steps towards the hospital's front door. I could hear Creed shouting my name. He was the one who drove me here. However, my ears were filled with the sounds of my continuous chant as I recalled which room Stefanie was in.
I ran through the hallway, ignoring everyone, until I arrived in front of a white standard door. Upon opening it, I immediately saw Grace hugging a crying Tiffa.
My daughter looked up and ran towards me. I crouched a
