The Dead Father's Bracelet

POV: NINA

I stood frozen in the sterile hospital corridor, the discarded bouquet of flowers lying pathetic and bruised near my feet. The rhythmic, mechanical beeping from Vivian’s room bled through the heavy wooden door behind me, a relentless reminder of the broken girl lying in that bed. My thumb pressed hard against the glass of my phone screen. I brought the device to my ear. My lungs felt ti