Silence settled in the car.

The heavy sound of my breathing along with the erratic pounding of my heart echoing through the air.

I stood stiffly, not a sound left my lips—not even one gasp.

I could barely feel anything— my body grew numb as the words of the nurse repeatedly rang in my head.

“Vivian’s dead?” Ethan asked.

His words snapped me out of my trance state.

I turned to him, seeing his brows furrowed in a frown as he watched me.

“She’s not dead,” I whispered, my voice low, as my chest burnt painfully.

“She’s not dead.

My mum is not dead, I just saw her a while...