C39 Bittersweet Goodbyes

Elena P. O. V

"That reminds me," I thought, pausing to look at the broken phone on my desk, "I need to plan to meet my old friends in NY and ask for their numbers again."

I vividly remember the day I received the call from Brandon, his voice trembling as he told me about Mom's diagnosis. The rush to the hospital, the frantic energy in the emergency room