Chapter 126 The Weight Of Love

• The world outside the hospital window was still trembling from the storm. Lightning rolled lazily across the clouds like veins of fire, illuminating the soaked city in brief, silver flashes. Each pulse of light caught on the wet glass, painting streaks across the walls.
• Leo stood at the far end of the corridor, drenched to the bone. The smell of antiseptic mingled with rain and adrenaline, his shirt clung to his shoulders, and his knuckles were pale around the edge of his phone. He could still feel the weight of her warm, fragile, frighteningly human when she had whispered, I remember.
• Those two words had broken him open.