Sophie
Logan lead me to the reception and helped me fill out the necessary documentation for mom while she was taken in.
Everything seemed so surreal.
Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming, right?
I I don't understand what is happening. Everyone seemed to walk about unbothered, while I on the other hand felt my world kept crashing each time I tried to place a piece back into place.
I was so scared, hoping it was nothing and mom would be ok.
She is probably just suffering from jet lag. I mean, she has been traveling far more frequently than before. Her body is just tired of going back and forth from New York and back. Right?
Logan was talking on the phone while finishing the papers and giving them back to the nurse in the reception. She smiled weakly and asked us to take a seat. But how could I sit? I had to know mom was ok. Gosh, I didn't even have the head to fill out her paperwork. Yet, Logan somehow had managed to do it for me.