She eyes me silently, her lips folding into her mouth.

"Mum?"

"I can't." She shakes her head.

"Why?"

"You shouldn't be on your phone, dear. You're still not well enough."

How does my condition even affect my ability to use my phone?

Is she trying to keep something hidden from me?

My brows pull together. "Mum, what's going on?"

She shakes her head. "It's nothing, honey. You should get some rest; these last hours have been rough for you."

I know my mother. And I know she's definitely hiding something, and she doesn't want me to find out what it is.

But that's the thing, I don't think I'll be...