**POV de Liana**

I am a nervous wreck by the time we stop at the hospital. Dad is about to have major surgery and I worry about him, and if that was not enough, Drew’s words taunted and mocked me.

“I’ll walk with you,” Drew says as he parks the car.

“No, please don’t,” I say hastily. “When my mother sees you, she will have questions and I cannot deal with her today.”

“I understand,” he nods. “Good luck.”

“Thank you, Drew,” the words ...