The Sinking Ground
Tessa walked through the dim hallway of the hospital, her arms crossed tightly to her back as the fluorescent lights flickered above. Her eyes were swollen and red, she’s been crying, her body aching with exhaustion and emotional breakdown. Camille, her younger sister, stood by the window, she refused to look her in the eye.
“You won’t even understand a thing even I told you,” Tessa finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Camille looked at her, anger written all over her face. “No, I think it’s you who doesn’t understand. Mum is dying, Tessa. She’s Dying! And you’re letting your stupid pride stop you from saving her life?.”
Tessa flinched. “It’s not pride. You don’t know what Nate has done to me in the past. “I can’t trust him or accept anything from him.
