Several weeks later, I was discharged and allowed to return home. I was still unsteady and easily tired, but grateful to be back in familiar surroundings. That first afternoon, as I stood on my porch unlocking the front door, I felt an odd stillness wash over me. The same quiet feeling I remembered from those hospital nights.
Ezoic
When I turned around, my breath caught.
She was standing there.
The same girl. The same dark hair. The same careful posture, fingers twisting together as if she was unsure whether she should be there.
“My name is Tiffany,” she said softly.
The Truth Revealed
As she spoke, pieces of the story I did not know began to come together. Tiffany explained that her mother had been involved in the same accident as I had. They had been brought to the same hospital.
Ezoic
While I was fighting to recover, her mother was in another part of the building, surrounded by doctors and long, anxious nights.
