Rosalynn shot a glance at the soup and teased Gail, âIâm craving your homemade soup right now!â
Gail chuckled in response, âNo need to drop hints.
Youâll be home soon enough, but you do have a few more days in the hospital.
â
Rosalynn protested, âMom, itâs only a few days until the New Year.
Youâre not planning to keep me here until then, are you?â
Gail remained silent, prompting Rosalynn to soften her approach.
âMom, how about I stay just one more night, and then we go home tomorrow?â
Gail frowned, concerned.
âBut your healthâ¦â
âDonât worry.
I know enough about medicine, and Iâm feeling much better now,â
Rosalynn assured her quickly.
After a momentâs consideration, Gail relented, saying, âAlright, as you wish.
â
She understood that her daughterâs hospital stay was largely due to emotional strain rather than physical illness.
Perhaps returning home would uplift Rosalynnâs spirits.
âThank you, Mom.
â Rosalynn sighed in relief.
âCan you have the soup now?â Gail inquired.
âYes, of course.
â
Rosalynn spent one more night in the hospital before returning to Skrix with Gail the following day.
Her father and brother were waiting at home.
They warmly welcomed Rosalynn and Gail back.
Despite feeling low, Rosalynn managed to muster a smile for her family.
Gail suggested she go upstairs to rest, and Rosalynn agreed.
Once in her bedroom, surrounded by familiar comforts, she thought of the tender moments shared with Brian there.
A wave of sadness overwhelmed her.
She closed her eyes, fighting the bitterness welling up in her throat, and instinctively touched her belly.
He would definitely return safely, so she shouldnât feel so sad.
Rosalynn was about to slip into her loungewear when her phone buzzed with a new message.
She checked it briefly; it was from the group chat.
After Brian went missing, Karina had set up a small group chat with Barlow and the others when Rosalynn was staying in the hospital in Betton.
Earlier that day, Rosalynn had told the group she was heading back to Skrix.