Reevaluating for True Love

My mother slipped and hit her head in the bathroom. The snow made the roads too slippery for an ambulance to come.

I called Lindsay Vasquez, hoping she could help save my mother.

She answered impatiently, "What's wrong now?"

With my mother covered in blood, I tried to ask for help. But all I heard from her end was her childhood friend's cry. "Nick needs me. Handle your own problems."

I knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as my mother bled.

When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital. The doctor told me my mother didn't make it.