chapter sixty six "ISLA"

My heart sank as I saw my mom's name flash on my phone screen late at night. I knew something was wrong. I answered the phone with a shaky voice, "Mom, what's going on?"

"Iris, it's Isla. She's not doing well," my mom's voice was barely above a whisper, and I could hear the exhaustion in her tone.

"What happened? " I asked, my mind racing with fear and worry.

"Yes. Her body is not responding to the medication anymore, and her condition is worsening," my mom's voice cracked, and I could hear the tears in her voice.

I felt numb as I tried to process what was happening. Isla had been fighting leukemia for months, and I had always held on to the hope that she would recover. But now, it seemed like all hope was lost.

"I'll be there as soon as possible, Mom. Hang in there," I said, my voice shaking with emotion.

I hung up the phone and started to pack my bags. I needed to be there for Isla and my family, but I also felt a sense of guilt for not being there more often during her treatments.