Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 373

Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 373

“Mr. Reynolds is on his way. He says he’s arranging immediate transport to the hospital.

‘I don’t want his transport!” I tried to wrench my arm free. “I want to see my mother! Don’t you understand? She’s in critical condition!”

“The car is being prepared now, Miss Cruz. Five minutes.”

Five minutes felt like an eternity, but I forced myself to stop struggling. sank onto the bottom step of the staircase instead, wrapping my arms around

myself.

Mom. Please be okay. Please.

The rice to New York–Presbyterian Hospital passed in a blur of traffic and silence. I sat in the back of Lucas’s SUV, staring out the window without seeing anything, my cracked phone clutched in both hands like a lifeline.

When we pulled up to a side entrance–private, away from the media circus I could see gathering at the main doors–I was out of the car before it had fully

stopped.

“Miss Cruz, wait-”

I didn’t wait. I ran.

The hospital corridors were a maze of white walls and fluorescent lights, the smell of disinfectant sharp in my nose. A nurse tried to stop me at the ICU

entrance, but I pushed past her.

Room 347. That’s what the news article said. ICU, Room 347.

I found it at the end of a long hallway, the door partially open,

And froze.

Through the gap, I could see my mother’s still form on the bed, tubes and wires connecting her to machines that beeped and hummed with mechanical

indifference. Her face was pale, almost gray, and so terrifyingly still that for one horrible moment I thought I was too late.

Then I saw the slight rise and fall of her chest, and something in me unclenched just enough to let me breathe again.

I stepped forward, my hand reaching for the door-

And saw my father.

He was sitting in a chair beside the bed, his head bowed, one of my mother’s hands clasped between both of his. His shoulders shook with silent sobs.

The sight of him–alone, devastated, holding onto my mother like she might slip away at any moment–broke something inside me.

I shoved the door open hard enough that it slammed against the wall,

My father’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in shock when he saw me. For a moment he just stared, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing

“Sophia?” His voice cracked on my name, disbelief and hope warring in his expression.

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Then he was crossing the room in three long strides, pulling me into a crushing embrace that knocked the breath from my lungs.

“My precious daughter,” he choked out, his whole body shaking. “You’re alive. God, you’re alive,”

I wrapped my arms around him, confessed by the intensity of his reaction but too overwhelmed to question it. ‘Dad, I’m here. I’m okay.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands gripping my shoulders like he was afraid I might disappear. His eyes were red–rimmed and wild, his face

haggard in a way I’d never seen before.

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