I stand a safe distance from my father’s room and stare in through the open door at him, still unconscious in bed, and my mother, pulling the sheets up higher on my father. Strangely, my brother hasn’t been staying in the room since his altercation with Evan and Mark, but he visits frequently.
I don’t know what the two said to him after I left. No matter how many times I ask them, they won’t say anything.
Izzy steps up beside me. “How is he doing?”
I sigh. “The same. I was hoping he will wake up soon. I’ll feel better once he is awake.”
A heaviness weighs down on my shoulders.
She nudges my arm. “How about you?”
I shrug my shoulders. “The morning sickness has been getting better, and I haven’t needed the medicine much in the last few days. I’m crossing my fingers and hope I can stop taking it soon. The rest of the pregnancy should go smoother when I don’t have to worry about getting sick all the time.”