Coral's POV
Coral sat in the cold, sterile office, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. The morning had been nothing short of chaotic. She hadn't eaten anything—she couldn’t stomach food. She had been vomiting all morning, her body betraying her as she tried to push through the emotions swirling within her. Her nerves were on edge, her thoughts clouded with everything that had happened and everything she was about to face.
As she sat in the meeting room, the door opened, and her mother, Ireland, walked in. She instantly rushed to Coral’s side, pulling her into a tight hug. Coral’s breath hitched as she allowed herself to rest in her mother's arms, needing the comfort, but still feeling an overwhelming sense of unease.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Ireland whispered, h
