Seventy-four

Qhawelezizwe's POV

I sighed, sinking into the couch in the living room, my head cradled in my hands. I was exhausted—physically, emotionally, all of it.

"Let her be, my son. Maybe she just needed space," my mother said softly, rubbing my shoulders.

I lifted my head to look at her. "When are you going to the doctor?"