The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. The city's usual hustle and bustle blurred around her, her focus solely on getting to Edward. She replayed the conversation with her aunt in her mind, each word deepening her anxiety. She couldn't bear the thought of losing someone else she cared about.
Finally, she arrived at St. Luke's. She parked haphazardly and sprinted into the hospital, her heart in her throat. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit her as she navigated through the corridors, searching for the surgery waiting area. When she found it, she saw her aunt, Mrs. Serena, sitting there, her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking with sobs.
Sherly rushed to her side and enveloped her in a hug. "I'm here, Auntie. We'll get through this together," she whispered, fighting back her own tears. She had to be strong, for Edward's sake, for his mother's sake, and for her own.
