Whispers and Warnings
LAURA’S POV
The drive to the hospital was a symphony of chaos—blaring horns, screeching tires, and the suffocating weight of dread pressing down on my chest. I could barely focus on the road. My injured hand trembled on the steering wheel, bandaged finger pulsing with pain, but I didn’t care.
My mother was gone.
They lost her. They lost her.
How the hell does a high-end facility lose a fragile patient?
I kept replaying the nurse’s voice in my head: “We’re so sorry. She wandered off during garden time. We think she may have slipped past the staff.”
Slipped past the staff? What was this, a damn daycare?
I made a sharp turn, tires screeching, earning angry honks from passing drivers. Every red light felt like a punch to the gut, a delay that might cost me everyth
