MIRA

“Happy birthday doll,” Jackson, croaks, struggling to breathe through the air tubes stuck in his nose.

“Thanks dad.” Nora yells. “Welcome back from the dead.” She giggles, eyes blurry with tears. A small laugh escapes him and he coughs. The nurse quickly rushes in.

“I’m sorry hun but you’ll have to step outside. He needs to be examined.”

“Oh! She should stay.” Jackson counters.

“I’ll go.” I sniff.. “I’ll go.” I nod, heading outside the room, ...