Laureen’s POV
A couple of hours later, I was already half-asleep. Except for the constant humming of machines and Sandra’s steady breathing filling the silence, constantly reminding me of my environment.
Sandra had settled into the chair by my bedside. Although she was fiddling with her phone, I could still feel her glancing at me now and then, as if to make sure I was okay.
Well, I could tell she wanted to say something comforting, maybe even ask more about my father, but she held back. And honestly, I was grateful for it. After the scene with my family, I needed a break.
Then, there came a sudden knock on the door—jolting me back to reality.
“Mrs. Rhyde?” Doctor Johnson said as he walked in. “Just here to check on you and see how you’re doing.”
I gave a faint growl and sank back in
