STEPHAN
The drive to the hospital felt like it took forever. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the leather made a quiet creaking sound under my fingers.
The bright city lights blurred past the windows as I drove faster than I usually did, moving through the evening traffic with only one important thought in my mind: Grandmother.
The call from the hospital staff had come just as I was leaving the office. I had spent the afternoon dealing with the bad results of Christiana's plans and Henry's latest attack on Jasmine's school.
I had driven Jasmine home first so she could rest after she slept I left for the office to handle work, hoping to return to her soon. But then I received an unexpected call from the hospital.
"She is awake," the staff member told me over the phone. "She is asking for you."
My heart beat fast with a mix of fear and hopeful excitement. Grandmother had been in a deep sleep for weeks after her terrible accident.
