The door creaked open, and I quickly pulled the hood of my hoodie over my head, thinking it might be the doctor. I had my back to the door, trying to cover my face since I couldn’t find my sunglasses.

But when I heard the familiar voice of the nurse, relief washed over me. I let out a deep sigh and turned around.

“How are you doing, baby girl?” she asked Kelly, who had stopped talking and was now staring at her with curiosity.

“She’s getting better. She woke up cheerfully today,” I replied, giving the nurse a small smile.

“She’s a strong little lady,” the nurse said warmly, glancing...