Liliana, your father has done what you asked and you've gotten a new passport. I sent a picture below and mailed the passport to you.
Liliana, I'm worried about you. Your flight has been booked. You leave in two days, call me!
I stared at the screen for a moment, then typed the only thing I could.
Thank you so much, Mommy. I'm fine, just tidying things up here. See you soon.
As I hit send, the door opened and Nadina walked inside with her baby in a stroller.
"Oh, Liliana, imagine my happiness when the doctor told me you're awake," Nadina gushed in a fake cheerful voice. She moved through the hospital room like she owned it, the same way she moved through every room. Two fingertips drifted to the hollow of her throat as she smiled.
I glared at her, my eyes blank. "What do you want?"
"I just brought you lunch. The boys were just messing with you by leaving you there. They didn't know you'd be hurt."
She set down a flask. Pulled out a steaming bowl.
I recoiled. Seafood. She knew I was allergic.
"Leave me alone," I said through clenched teeth. "Before I strangle you."
Her smile turned sharp.
"But I'm not done yet, love. You're not dead."