Sarah
Mrs. Cornell sat in the passenger seat of her car, her face pale and her movements unsteady as we headed toward the hospital.
A voice of reason tugged at the corners of my mind, questioning the wisdom of my actions. Yet, despite enduring three years of her verbal abuse, I reminded myself that she was Philip's mother.
This would be the final act of kindness. Once she was safely at the hospital, I resolved to inform Philip through Alex instead.
Upon arrival, I reached out to support Mrs. Cornell as we made our way inside, my arm extended in an offer of assistance, which she seemed hesitant to accept. At the nurse's station, Mrs. Cornell inquired about Dr. Smith's whereabouts. Assuming she was familiar with the doctor's clinic, I refrained from questioning her and trailed behind.
