A Mother's Farewell

DANICA'S POV

SEVEN YEARS LATER

I sprinted out of the sterile confines of my workplace, my heels clicking frantically against the concrete pavement. The jarring roar of city traffic flooded my ears as I threw my hand up, flagging down a passing yellow cab. I threw myself into the backseat, barking the address of the city hospital at the bewildered driver. My pulse hammered relentlessly against my