ZAYN—

I was sweating, going through my contact list searching for who to call.

It has been over five hours since Grandma was admitted to this hospital, and I haven't heard any positive, consoling news about her.

Whenever I bumped into the doctor and asked him about my grandma's development, he would only reply with, "We're doing our best."

"How am I going to forgive myself that my decision was what led to the sudden demise of my grandma?" I questioned myself, realizing that if I hadn't divorced Zora, all these catastrophic situations wouldn't have befallen me.

I was about to dial Zora's contact when the doctor walked out of...