Chapter Fourteen

Rebecca, the traitor.

I walk towards the hospital with my head completely on the moon, or rather on Luke. I mentally go over every moment we lived together that afternoon, and it felt like a script for a romantic movie. Likewise, I don't even notice or realize what time it is. I follow all the bureaucracy of the hospital concierge and head to my mother's room, when that shadow hovers over me. She wears the same shoes as the day I picked her up from my mother's house. The same upturned nose, the same hatred. She's standing in the hall, a few steps from my mother's room. Arms crossed, he seems not to care about the ridiculous role he is playing. Fury surges through me, leaving me rooted to the spot. I can't take a single step.

The traitor came to visit my mother. It's a very straight face.

Any misstep would ruin everything.

Hate takes over me. A heat runs through my whole body, while my cheeks burn and my eyes don't leave that woman. She doesn't notice I'm there. She holds a small mi