Rhaella's POV

It’s been a straight-up depressing couple of days. Every job application I sent; to different companies, firms, and even private homes; all got rejected.

We were really running low on groceries, and the fridge was almost empty. The only thing left was a sad-looking carrot, two eggs and half a jar of pasta sauce.

But what confused me the most was the hospital. There were no calls, no threats nor angry letters slid under the door.

Absolutely nothing from them.

More like they had forgotten I existed.

"I really don't think we should be this calm about this, Ella." My mom leaned against the counter, worry lines etched...