ALMA
I should have been the one in that car. It should have been me who got hit. If that had happened, my world wouldn't be flipped over like this. It shouldn't have been Velma.
That little girl didn't do anything wrong. Why did this have to happen? I was in a state of perpetual torture, and drawing a breath every time felt like a chore that I shouldn't be performing. My daughter couldn't breathe without an oxygen mask, and she was laid on a cold, hard bed, rather than the warm embrace of my arms or the warm comfort of home.
I was going crazy as I sat in silence, my battered bare feet tapping aggressively against the floor, and my eyes remained locked on the exit, waiting for Carl to appear. Waiting for the sign to change from red to f*****g grin, and they announce my daughter's conscio
