The Weight of Regret

DOMINIC

I sat outside her ward, slumped in the hard plastic chair, hands clasped together like I was praying. Maybe I was. Maybe that was all I could do now. The hallway was quiet, too quiet. Just the sounds of the machines behind the door and the occasional footsteps of a nurse walking by. But inside me, everything was loud.. noisy, messy, screaming.

My hands were shaking.

I still felt the way I