Alfred's medical appointment were Ava's worst fears, and she didn't like they were too frequent—three times weekly. Dr Wilson had said his electrocardiogram report detected an unusual arrhythmia, that wasn't there on his last appointment.
Ava had clasped her breasts with her hands. Her heart, palpitating heavily. She didn't want to overthink, or even think at all.
"In simple English Dr Wilson, what does this mean." Ava hated medical ambiguity, or anything vague.
"His heartbeat has suddenly become irregular. Did you change his medications?"
Ava's face fell.
She hadn't been consistent in giving her son his medications, like Racheal did. Racheal had set alarms everywhere around the house, to remind her of when his next drug would be taken.
The girl was a huge blessing. She was deicated to caring for Alfred like her own, so much that she volunteered going to school with him...
