NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

The news I heard drove me into a hysteric mood. I tossed and turned on the bed, whilst struggling to take the news, Anna was dead.

Never in my life had I been that devastated. Not even when Naomi passed. Anna was the one thing I had left, my anchor to the world, the one whom I thought about when I wanted to smile, the one I loved, and she was dead. I couldn't bear the heaviness of the news. I wanted to free myself from that hospital bed, yank the tubes that had been ...