Chapter 62 Sixty-two

• After Aunt Elena and I finish talking, I head to the hospital to check on Anton. The familiar scent of antiseptic hits me as I push through the entrance, my footsteps echoing down the quiet hallway toward his room.
• I open his door slowly, not wanting to disturb him if he's resting.
• He's asleep. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed in a way I rarely see. Anton always looks so serious when he's awake—guarded, tense, like he's carrying the weight of his entire pack on his shoulders.