One Hundred and Twenty Three

May’s POV

Somehow, Brent and I had convinced everyone to go home. Not only had they tried but they were tired as well. My family had waited for four hours, while my in laws had waited for three and a half hours.

We still haven’t heard nothing and it was eight hours already, even after they had gone. I sat there with Brent, as Emily had just left herself, the scene of the accident popping up into my head over and over. Maybe I was thinking, that perhaps, I could notice something I didn’t notice before, or I could remember something I had notice but couldn’t remember.

I couldn’t just sit out here in the hall waiting room, doing nothing but stare into space and think about nothing.

I heard Brent’s phone ring and he said hello.

“Yes, she’s still here. No, she won’t go home and I’m worried.” I heard him say to someone, but I wasn’t sure who.

It wasn’t any of my business who he was talking to, though, what mattered was what he was saying. I wasn’t going home, no matter what any one said. Th