Elara opened the laptop and pressed her finger against the sensor. The device turned on instantly.
She stared at the picture on the screen and her lips pursed tightly. A familiar ache tugged at her chest, realizing that no matter what she did, Grandpa was still in the hospital.
It had already been months.
A few seconds later, Zia suddenly climbed down from her couch and walked over. She carefully squeezed herself between Elara's arms and the laptop resting on her lap before climbing into her embrace. She wrapped her arms around Elara's waist and rested her head against her chest.
"Elara is bad," she muttered after a long silence, staring at the picture on the laptop screen.
Elara looked down at her in confusion. "Why?" she asked, furrowing her brows.
