*Third P.O.V*

A few more weeks had passed and Hannah was slowly recovering. Today she felt ready to listen to that voicemail. To finally face whatever were her daughter's last words, and be able to give herself some closure.

She came down the stairs, step by step, taking a breath on each stair. When she was finally upon the chair she seated herself and laid her hand over the phone, hesitating for a moment, before determinedly gripping it and turning it on, pressing a frail finger on the notification of the voicemail.

She held her breath as she heard her daughter's clear voice waft through the phone speakers. It brought fresh tears to the old woman's face, just to hear that soft, kind voice again, knowing it was the last time.

The tears fell silently as Patricia spoke her peace:

'Hey mom. I..I want to tell you something. It's important and I feel horrible for doing it this way but I just feel...safer, I guess you could say it. Mom listen carefully please, and try to understand. As soon as you hear this voicemail please dial this number: 062 163 47 890 78, and the woman that answers you, is going to try and help you understand the situation better, in case I don't explain it well enough.'

Pat made a pause in speaking, as if she was contemplating her next words carefully, and Hannah took that time to jot down the number Patricia talked about. Her stomach was tightening in worry from what she heard so far. Her thoughts were stopped short by Pat's soft voice speaking again.

'Mom, I'm gay. I know it's a shock, but please just listen to me. You had always taught me that homosexuality is a sin, and all of the gays and lesbians are going to hell, how the God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve and such. It made me afraid of ever coming out to you for who I am, I didn't, still don't, feel safe doing it in person for fear of your reaction, so that is why I am doing it this way.

The woman with the number I told you, she is my girlfriend, Yura, and we have two beautiful twin girls together, Olive and Olivia, your grandchildren. She's Asian and absolutely amazing, I am driving to her place now and I wanted you to call her to speak to her and please, give her a chance. If all goes well, we will be bring the girls over so you can meet them.

Mom I really love you, and I want nothing more than your blessing and acceptance and I really dearly hope that you will give me and Yura a chance, despite your own beliefs. Thank you, I love you.'

The voicemail ended abruptly and Hannah sat in shock, her mind working away at trying to process all this information. Finally it all hit her. Patricia was in that damned car crash while driving to her girlfriend's house and left a voicemail explaining everything.

The phone fell down to the floor with a clang and Hannah brought her hands up to her face,  feeling her heart shatter all over again, the pain striking her so fiercely she felt dizzy and light-headed. The room was blurry and spinning and she couldn't focus on anything. Tears overflowed, her heart broke, her head hurt.

She felt guilty, so goddamn guilty. Her child didn't feel safe telling her something. It was all her fault, it was all her fault. Hannah staggered to the kitchen to get a glass of water, to try and cool herself down a little. When she finally managed to calm herself down a bit she sat down on a chair and started thinking about it.

Patricia was gay, with an Asian woman Yura, and they have twin daughters Olive and Olivia. She had grandchildren. She had grandchildren. It made her so happy and so sad at the same time, knowing those girls lost a mother. At this point in time Hannah didn't care that Patricia was gay, she didn't even resent the gays anymore, she just wanted her baby alive.

But it was too late now. It was too late for anything now. The only thing she had left was to dial that Asian woman, and give her a warm warm welcome to the family, and to meet her granddaughters. She looked forward to it, despite the situation.

Hannah picked up the phone and dialed the number.