"OH. I'm so sorry, Bianca." Amelia cried as she pulled me into a tight embrace. It was my third day in the hospital when Amelia and Darwin came.

I thought I had already become numb from the past three days. But the moment I heard Amelia sobbed, hot liquid pooled in my eyes.

"My poor grandchild."

I didn't know how long we stayed in each other's arms until we both calmed down.

"I'm sorry it took us days before we visited you," Amelia apologized while holding my arms.

I stared at her. She seemed five years older than the last time I saw her—at her own party a week ago....