NINA
It had been weeks, four to be precise and Gabrielle lay here still, unmoving. Rylie's whereabouts were still unknown and Mom was falling apart at the seams.
For the fifth time that hour, or was it the sixth? I had lost count and I didn't care. I needed something to keep my hands and mind busy. I checked her IV line, making sure the liquid was flowing at the appropriate pace, I fluffed the pillow underneath her head, arranged the covers around her, and wiped her face with a towel before I sat down again.
I cast a glance at the ticking object; barely five minutes had passed. A deep tiring sigh escaped me.
