Calista's fingers trembled as she reached for the hospital room doorknob. The antiseptic smell of the place reminded her why she was here. Talking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.
"Calista?" Lyra's weak voice called out from the bed. Her sister's shallow face lit with a smile, though her eyes held a hint of worry.
"Hey Lyra." Calista said, forcing cheer into her voice as she approached the bed. "How are you feeling today?"
Lyra's face softened, "I am okay. But… how are you? I heard about… well, you know."
Calista's stomach clenched, 'Of course, she knew.' everyone does by now. She sank into the chair beside the bed, feeling a sudden sense of exhaustion. "I'm surviving." She admitted.
"Oh Calista," Lyra reached out, clasping her hand. I'm so sorry you are going through this."
Calista blinked, surprised by the gentleness in her tone. "You are not… angry with me?"
Lyra shook her head, "No, not this time. I can see how much this is hurting you."
