Chapter One hundred and Sixty

Lana’s POV

When I joined Andre and Cameron again after changing into the scrubs, they were both standing in front of Kathy’s bed, where she lay, propped up against pillows. Her eyes were merely sunken holes in her face, and the balls looked up when I entered.

A ghost of a smile flitted across her features, and her head nodded subtly. There was a small cord fitted into the holes of her nostrils, which I assumed was the oxygen and probably connected to the life support machine that sustained her life.

“Lana,” her small voice filtered across the room. “You are here.”

I approached her with slow steps, my heart racing in my chest. I was all too familiar with this scene. It struck a chord deep within me, uncovering long-forgotten memories. Memories that I had tucked deep in the back of my heart brought tears to my eyes.

“Hey,” I answered, balancing myself at the edge of her bed. I took her frail hand. Andre was already on the verge of tears, and even now, I could see that he was fi