I was in despair for the straight two days that I took care of Echo. Because I didn't want to get angry with the people around me, I just forced myself to live with them.

"I thought you're going home tonight?" Hugh’s questioned.

“Tomorrow night,” I again said.

I can't remember if I really told him I was going home tonight. I am no longer conscious of time and time again. I barely had sleep because I’m at the hospital, just like when I’m still taking care of grandma. Echo is getting better and better each day. And I’m thankful for that.

“Please, go home tonight. I can just drive...