A few days later.
"Picking her up from the hospital? Who allowed it?" Sophia's brow knit. "I'm on my way."
At the hospital, Daniel and Alma were insisting on taking Judy home. When the staff refused, they used the refusal as an excuse to make a scene.
They hauled Judy to her feet; the faint color had drained from her cheeks, as if a veil of dust had settled over her face.
They forced shoes onto her.
"Hey—no, you can't. The patient's condition is still unstable. She can't leave now!"
"You're being ridiculous. She's my mom! Do you think I'd hurt her?" Alma pushed away the nurse who tried to step in. She had to move fast—if anyone else noticed, it would be a problem.
Just as Judy was about to be carried toward the exit, the medical staff were powerless to stop them.
"You—"
Then suddenly, everyone stopped dead in their tracks at the doorway.
Alma's face went pale; Daniel looked worse.
