Chapter One Hundred And Four : Mother’s Death
Veronica’s POV
I stand beside my mother's hospital bed, my heart shattering into a million pieces. The sight of her fragile body, tethered to tubes and machines, is a cruel reminder of her mortality. Her once-radiant face now appears gaunt and pale, her skin almost translucent. The faint frown etched on her face suggests she may be in pain, and I can't help but feel a deep sense of regret and guilt.
How could this be happening? My mother, the epitome of health and vitality, reduced to this fragile state? The harsh reality hits me like a ton of bricks - I've been away for five and a half years, oblivious to her struggles. The weight of my absence bears down on me, and I can't help but wonder what else I've missed.
As I gaze upon her frail
