Tomorrow Is Another Day
No one says a word. The silence is thick. There's nothing anyone can do. All they need is a miracle right now. Helen can't stop trembling. She wants to shout at someone. She wants to know, "Why me?" But she doesn't even have the strength to pray and she doesn't even know if she still believes in the Almighty God. She has sent Albert home. Someone has to take care of the girls. Valerie didn't cry, and Helen is grateful of that. No one bothered to call Joe Morelli, but he showed up anyway. Helen, for the 1000th times, wonders what Stephanie saw in him. A part of her vaguely realizes that she ,too, is to be blamed.
Helen clasps her hands tighter. Frank had a heart attack, she was told. Stephanie may suffer from lack of oxygen. Brain damage. Or death. Helen wants to cry. But she has no tears left. It was't Joe's fault. But somehow she still wants to slap his face. "Where were you?" She wants to ask. "Why weren't you there to save her?" But she keeps her silence.
She's just too tired.