Blanche's POV
On the way to the hospital, Carry was barely conscious, her small body limp against my arms.
I kept talking to her, bringing up old memories, anything to get some kind of response from her listless form.
My voice cracked as I spoke, tears threatening to spill over.
My sweet little girl, who used to light up every room, couldn't even find one friend now. The weight of that reality crushed me.
Watching her suffer like this was torture - worse than any pain I'd ever felt myself.
'Did I screw up as a mother? Was I too hands-off, too blind to see what she was going through?' The guilt ate at me from the inside.
The car jerked to a stop at the hospital entrance. As I moved to lift Carry, Zain stepped in front of me. "I've got her. You're already drained."
I was too wiped out to fight him, so I stepped back.
Zain swept Carry into his arms and bolted toward the ER, while I struggled to keep up behind them.
