Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital waiting room seemed to amplify the silence. She clutched the letter, the paper worn thin from her nervous fingers. The apology, finally delivered as her father lay in a critical condition, felt like a cruel irony. The words swam before her eyes, blurring with the tears that she couldn't seem to stop. The metallic smell of the hospital, the sterile white walls, only deepened the sense of desolation that had enveloped her.