Chapter 138 The Hidden Rot

• Zara’s POV
• The corridor had gone quiet again, but not the peaceful kind of quiet, it was the kind that came after chaos, when the air itself felt thick with what had just happened.
• Zara sat in one of the hard plastic chairs, her palms clasped tightly together. The faint antiseptic smell of the hospital clung to everything, the hum of machines echoing behind closed doors. Leo stood by the window, arms crossed, his reflection faint against the glass. Fred had gone to make some calls, trying to stall the press before the situation spiraled.