Chapter 137 Flatline

• Ashlyn
• Marco and I sat silently at the edge of our bed, our hands tightly clasped, yet our hearts weighed down by an invisible burden neither of us could immediately name. The entire house was eerily quiet, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, mirroring the storm of emotions surging within us. The dim glow of the bedside lamp painted shadows across the room, just enough to reflect the deep worry in my husband’s eyes.
• “I still can’t believe what she said,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I fought the tears that were stubbornly welling in my eyes. “I should be relieved that she’s alive… that she survived. But why does it feel like I’m hurting even more now?”