Chapter Twenty-three

Third person narrative technique.

Tiana kept changing positions uncomfortably in the hospital's reception. Her whole body trembled and ached physically and emotionally. She never knew her mum would leave such vaccum in her heart.

Her sky blue shirt was stained with blood all over. She had tried to take her to the hospital herself but she was too heavy. She eventually ran to the gateman but Patricia was noway to be found throughout the afternoon.

The doctors drove her out of the room and assured her she'll be fine. But the look on her aunt's face, Auntie Chioma, her mum's younger sister proved every word Blake's mum said wrong.

She took her phone and tried Blake's number. Her cries welcomed him when he picked it.

"What's wrong? Talk to me Tiana!" He cried from the phone

"My ..mum.. was.." her tears was more than her words.

"Your mum was wha