Her face was ashen, yet she clutched Dad's hand, asking over and over.
"Did River find out?"
"Is she doing okay at school?"
"I can't let River miss her college entrance exams. My baby is going to be a scientist someday!"
That day, I ran out of the hospital. I cried by the lake for three hours, ultimately making a decision: I was going to drop out of school and be with my mother through this difficult time. I didn't want to miss a single moment with her.
So, having no university to attend, I knew exactly what that felt like.
"River, have you lost your mind?!" Skyler exclaimed. "Wasn't Bexford University's physics department your greatest dream?"
Spencer looked utterly stunned.
Just as I shook my head and was about to speak, a nurse suddenly rushed over from a distance.
"Dr. Saint, it's bad!" she cried out. "Your sister woke up with a depression attack and was about to jump off the building!"
Agnes always had perfect timing when it came to her depression attacks.
When I ranked first in the city-wide mock exams and the school was about to honor me, her depression would flare up. When I was burning with a 40-degree fever, mustering the strength to call home, her depression would strike, too.