RUBBY

The drive to the hospital was somewhat quiet. I sat beside Alex's driver, humming my favourite song while thinking of the best way to strike up a conversation. The driver had been quiet, which was so unusual of him.

"How is your sister?" I asked. It was the only way to strike up a conversation with him, though I had asked him that question a thousand times.

"You are really concerned," he replied, so focused on the road before him.

"Yeah, I know what it means to have someone close ...