I swallowed the lump in my throat again. Pushing away the guilt nagging at me like an itchy bug bite, I crossed the room. When I reached Mom's side, I sat in the chair beside her bed and took her hand in my own.
“How are you feeling, Mom?” Grey asked—the exact words I was about to ask. I was surprised to realize he was already behind me since I hadn't heard his footsteps on the floor. He moved across the room like a ghost.
“I'm feeling better now. Just sleepy from my medication, though,” she replied without opening her eyes. “Did you come here straight from your office?” Mom asked, forcing her eyes open so she could see Grey's face.
“No, Mom. I stopped by the house first to see you, but when I got there, Lily told me you were in the hospital, so I tagged along to check how you were doin
