"Dad's voice was softer than snow."
The door had barely stopped vibrating from Leona's dramatic exit when the full weight of what had just happened crashed down on Silver like a failed triple axel landing. She slid down from the exam table, the paper cover tearing under her weight with a sound like breaking promises, and found herself sitting on the cold hospital tile floor with her knees tucked tight to her chest. The polished surface felt unforgiving against her legs, but somehow the physical discomfort was easier to process than the emotional devastation that was spreading through her system like poison.
