Landon strides confidently into the hospital waiting room, with me at his side.

The walls are a sterile white colour, and the fluorescent lights are glaring down at us from the ceiling. The smell of disinfectant is strong in the air, and my nose scrunches up in dislike.

His mother is sitting in the uncomfortable looking chairs with Ayden beside her.

"Mother," Landon leans down to kiss her cheek, "have you heard anything yet?"

"No," Ayden answers.

Lauren ...