Roseanne's pov

The driver drove straight to the hospital after we left the house; I was no longer living with my best friend Clara; I didn't regret slapping my aunty when she called Clara a slut because that girl was there for me when my parents died, my aunty and uncles who promised to see me through school and promised I and my brother many things disappeared a week after the funeral and she was calling my only friend a slut.

As soon as the car halted in the parking lot of the hospital, I got out of the car with the cooler of food in my hand, one of...