*The end?*

Valentina walked out of the hospital quickly, clutching her purse by her side, she barely held together everything she was feeling. Her heels clicked against the pavement, her breath uneven, and her other hand clenched at her sides as if gripping onto the last bit of control she had left.

By the time she reached the car, her chest was tight, and a painful lump had formed in her throat. She yanked the door open, got in, and shut it with more force than necessary. The moment she was ...