The Comatose Wife's Billionaire Family Comeback

r toes curl. Above her, the fluorescent lights buzzed. The sound grated against her eardrums. She ducked behind the heav

squeaked. The nurses complained about the night shift. Their voices bounced of

ned. The sharp stench of rubbing alcohol hit her face. Her stomach churned. She

ine hissed. Amari stared at her mother's sunken cheeks. The skin looked like gray wax

ed piece of paper. She pulled it out. It was a crayon drawing. She smoothed the wrinkle

eyeballs darted back and forth.

ead snapped toward the door. Her eyes widened. Her pulse hammered in her neck. She dropped to her knees.

heavy door slammed open. It hit t

ma's voice rang out. Her

her. She pushed the doo

rame rattled. Under the bed, Amari clamped both hands ov

for this vegetable." Jazmyne said. He

papers. A Do Not Resuscitate form. The signature at the bottom was fo

tilator. Her manicured fingers

. A low hum vibrated

ne's hand grab the thick plastic oxygen tube.

r hands and knees. She threw her small body forward. She wrapped her thin arms around Jazmyne'