Lucian
We waited in the hospital hallway, pacing, silent, unraveling.
Lacy sat in a corner, her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking with every sob. My father's eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a man grappling with the impossible—like he had just watched a ghost walk out of his reach.
He didn’t expect her to actually go through with it.
“Does anyone have her phone?” he asked suddenly, voice tight and cracking at the edges.
We all looked at each other—no one had thought of that.
I called Jason. Told him to grab Martha’s phone from her room and bring it to the hospital. While we waited, the air thickened with tension. No one spoke. Lacy kept crying. My father kept pacing.
“Do you know her password?” he asked Lacy sharply.
She nodded, barely lifting her head. Her voice was s
