A few days later, Cara sat in one of the comfy chairs her Mom had moved up to her room. She binge-watched all the media she’d missed while in the hospital, but barely registered what happened on the screens. She heard a soft rap at the window behind her. “Come in!” She said.
The soft rap came again.
“Come in!” she hollered.
Again the soft rapping.
“COME IN!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.
The soft rapping came … Read More