Lily knew something was wrong. The feeling gnawed at her, a deep, persistent tension in her stomach making her feel queasy. The doctor had said her father would be okay, so why did she feel like everything was about to fall apart? She couldn't explain it, but she couldn't ignore it anymore either. A short nap had offered some rest and with that a clarity that something was definitely up and so the unease had returned as soon as she woke up.
Needing answers, Lily walked quickly to her mother's hospital room. Her mother lay motionless, her face pale and tired, as if the past few days had aged her years. Lily's eyes went to the small purse on the chair. She reached for it and rummaged through it, finding her phone. A quick press of the power button confirmed it was dead.
