Not too long ago we had been in a haste to get to St John's Hospital, now we hurried to return home.
Mirah gave me the wheel, saying she wanted to prepare herself.
Beside me she went silent, no trace of energy leaking from her, just the rhythmic sound of her breathing sounding.
We used roughly 17 minutes to get to the hospital, and despite the odds, I managed to shorten the time.
Maybe it was because I now had hope in the form of Mirah's claim, I hadn't paralysed after the shocking news Nadia had delivered.
There were so many question marks around me, a heavy guilt looking to settle in me, but I hardened my heart and forced myself to ignore.
Eventually, we got to the house and Mirah without needing a word from me stepped out of the car.
She quickly made her way to her room and arriving by the door I watched as she worked.
