But just then, notifications from every major platform began flooding my phone one after another.
Twitter.
News apps.
Entertainment headlines.
No matter which one I opened, the story was the same.
And attached to every article… was a photo of Alexander.
He sat outside the emergency room, leaning forward in a chair, exhaustion and worry written all over his face. The background behind him was blurred, but the tension in the image was unmistakable.
He was still wearing the same clothes he had left in earlier that morning.
My breathing caught.
So… he really had gone to the hospital.
Then why didn't he tell me?
Why did no one tell me?
My eyes burned instantly.
I sniffed hard before hurriedly sitting upright.
"Maria!" I called out anxiously. "Tell Jim to come pick me up! I need to get to the hospital!"
I had to be there for Nana.
Maria quickly entered the room, clearly having already seen the news herself.
