“We’ll see Grandma first, then I’ll take you to the office,” Lionel said, his eyes scanning her face. She looked exhausted, her lips pale and her eyes red and puffy. “If you didn’t sleep well, you can go in this afternoon. Go back upstairs and rest.”
Hannah sat down without a word, her expression blank. She ate her breakfast in silence, like a doll devoid of a soul.
When she finished, she walked straight to the garage, ignoring Lionel calling her name from behind. He hurried to catch up, opening the driver’s side door.
“Are you sure you want grandmother to see you like this?” he asked.
Hannah took a deep breath and closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down. After a long moment, she spoke. “How do you want me to look? Dressed to the nines with a full face of makeup? Or should I show up with a long face, looking like I’m at a funeral? If you’re coming, let’s go. If not, I’ll go by myself.”
Lionel was silent for a few seconds before starting the car. The drive to the hospital was filled with a heavy, suffocating silence.
Only when they reached the hospital room did Hannah’s face show any emotion.
“Grandma!” She rushed to the bedside, gripping the old woman’s hand tightly. “How are you feeling today?”
Seeing Hannah, Mrs. Rosenberg's spirits lifted instantly. She reached up to stroke her forehead.
“Oh, my dear child, you’ve gotten so thin again,” she fretted, her voice thick with worry. “You look so pale. It’s my fault you’ve had to suffer.” Her heart ached seeing Hannah’s weary face.
Hannah shook her head. “No, of course not…”

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