𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽

Violet, hey, I'm sorry. I've been at the hospital. I'll explain later.

My heart raced inside my chest - happy for a message but scared at the same time. Why was he at the hospital?

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I didn't know what to say or if he would even respond back.

"Clara... Dominic's at the hospital." I looked at her, watching as she turned to face me and then hurry over.

"Did he say why?" She asked, her eyes going wide.

I shook my head, showing her the message. Her eyes scanned the screen. She sat down after a moment, worry highlighting her features.

Finally, I typed out a message and put my phone down.

"Do you think," Clara said slowly and then looked at me, "Mini?"

I took a deep breath, hoping I was right, and shook my head. She couldn't. She was taking treatment and getting better.

But then what else could it be? A sudden car-wreck? Some bodily issues? Too much alcohol?

Dominic drank on occasions, but only one glass. Katie, as far as I knew, never had.

I waited the rest of that evening for a message. Glancing and picking up my phone every now and then to check it - nothing on the screen.

Clara cleaned the house obsessively to keep busy and her mind off things. Mopping the floor two or three times in an hour before moving on to wipe the counters a second time.

I tried to read but ended up staring at the wall, questions and thoughts and worries resurfacing over again. Finally, I went into my room, after convincing Clara to do the same, and tried to sleep.

Nothing worked, and no message ever came.