Chapter 95
- || Sancia’s POV ||
- The hospital air was thick with grief, the weight of loss pressing down on me like a suffocating shroud. The moment I stepped into the room, I felt it in my bones—the kind of sorrow that settled deep, impossible to shake.
- Valentina, my mother-in-law, lay still on the hospital bed, her face eerily peaceful, as if she were only asleep. But she wasn’t. She would never wake up again.