SCARLET
"What should we do?" I heard my mother sobbing, her voice trembling with despair. My chest tightened at the sound. It wasn't often that I heard her cry like this.
Does she have a fight with my father? The thought crossed my mind, but something about her tone, raw and filled with something more than anger, it made me doubt it.
"Don't worry," another voice said, softer, steady. My father. "I will do my best to fix this. We'll figure it out. Just… trust me."
Fix what? I leaned closer to the door, my heart pounding. What was going on?
My mother's sobs grew quieter, though they didn't stop entirely. "But what if it's too late?" she whispered. "What if… what if we can't?"
"We can," my father said firmly, though I could hear the strain in his voice, the effort it took to sound confident. "We don't have a choice, do we? For her sake… we have to."
