Chapter 237
- In the hospital ward where Vivian and Adeline sat, the beeping of machines provided the only rhythm in the heavy silence.
- The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air—sharp and cold.
- Vivian sat hunched at the edge of her seat, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her gray hair, once neatly tied back, had begun to come loose, with strands falling messily around her temples.