NYRA

The morning was quiet.

I stayed in bed longer than usual, letting the sun peek through the blinds, letting it hit my face like it wanted to burn away the mess in my head.

As I reached the hospital, my heart was heavy. My body was tired. My mind was racing a thousand miles an hour but today, I had made a decision. A choice I couldn’t back out of. Not anymore.

I had packed. I had written. I had thought. And I had tried, once again, to reach Lena.

Through WhatsApp, call, and text. My ...