. . . . . . . Lexy's P. O. V. . . . . . . .

i walked out of the hospital, my bag hanging loosely from my hand, my mind distracted with thoughts to notice Luke was standing close, watching me.

It was hurting so much that while I was up in the city, my mother was here suffering from post term depression and she didn't tell me. Why would she do that? Afraid I'd take her to the hospital again? Of course I would, if that will make her better. I couldn't afford to lose another parent.

I looked up into the sky to prevent the...