Arabella
My steps were unhurried as I walked through the hospital hallways. My movement was laid-back but my face was twisted into a frown.
Mark had sent me more work through email, and he insisted I send the results to him early tomorrow.
So much for a good night's rest tonight.
The past week and a few days had been quite hefty both at home and at work.
I didn't know how I managed to pull through the day at work today. Despite the flurry of meetings and the dull ache that settled in my spine, I was still poised — like I hadn't spent the previous night in a stiff hospital chair watching my mother for hours. She underwent a successful surgery last night.
I was happy. Really.
Finally, Ruth would stop worrying all the time and my mom would leave the hospital. She'd been admitted for al
