39. A Call from Foster Home

A week later, I and Aaron both enter into the mansion after coming back from college when my phone starts ringing in his pocket. I stop walking and wait to get back my phone. He put it out and checked the caller ID before passing it to me, "Its Patricia."

My forehead wrinkles in confusion at the mention of her name. She has only called me few times when she needs to tell me something important.

I put my phone on my ear, "Hey, how-"

"Sanaya, please come here." She sounds restless.

"Why? Where are you?"

Aaron frowns when he sees me getting worried. 

"I'm at the hospital." She sniffs, "It's about mother. Please come here quickly. I'm so scared."

I'm on the verge of panic attack. My eyes widen in large circles, "What's with her?" 

"She's not okay. We brought her to hospital."

"What? Where?"

"Please come, Sanaya." She keeps repeating.

"Okay, wait. I'll be there."

I quickly cut the ca