Food and Papers

Viviana's POV

Leonora’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

I watched it like my life depended on it.

Every inhale. Every exhale.

The monitor hummed softly beside her bed, green lines crawling across the screen in a pattern I’d memorized without meaning to. I knew the numbers now. Knew which ones were normal and which ones would send panic flooding through my veins.

I told myself to lie down.