Chapter 123.

I place a soft kiss on Anastasia’s hands, trying not yo wake her up before leaving the room.

The waiting room in the hospital feels like a cold, unwelcoming place. The harsh fluorescent lights cast sterile, unfeeling shadows across the stark white walls. I cannot escape the gnawing anxiety that claws at me, nor the haunting realization that my actions has played a significant role in landing Anastasia in this critical situation.

Kendra would never forgive me and I don’t even want to think about what Jonathan is going to say to me.

Sitting there, my mind races with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Guilt, regret, and fear are all trying to fight for control, each emotion a heavy burden to bear. The memory of Anastasia's lifeless body on the road still haunts me, a stark reminder of the consequences of our tragedic history.

As the minutes stretch into hours, the silence in the waiting room becomes unbearable. My gaze remains fixed on the sterile floor, but my mind is consumed by the