Blanche's POV
I pressed my hand against my chest, barely registering the conversation between Zain and Carry echoing from the hospital room. After I left the hospital, my thoughts were a chaotic mess—I drifted through the streets with no destination in mind.
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Zain's POV
Back in the hospital room, my brow furrowed slightly at Carry's request. I ran my fingers through her hair and gazed down at her, my voice soft. "Why would you want that, sweetheart?"
Carry's small face was ghostly pale, tears pooling in her eyes. Her bottom lip trembled as she spoke, wounded. "That day when Mom came for Camila, she wouldn't even glance at me.
"It was pouring rain, and Heidi had to collect me instead.
I begged Mom to take me to Grandma's house, but she acted like I was invisible and just left with Camila. Dad, I think Mom doesn't want me around anymore."
