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The morning sun cast a soft glow on the room as Hazel woke up quietly, her gaze shifting to Wyatt, who was still asleep next to her. She studied his face, but the trust she had started to build crumbled after yesterday's events. The sense of security shattered as questions lingered in her mind. How could he leave her there, exposed and vulnerable? Her pleas and screams went unheard, and the betrayal stung.

A heaviness settled in her throat, and water blurred her vision as she grappled with a torrent of emotions. She questioned the path her life was taking, wondering if this was how she would spend her days. With a sigh, she grabbed her pillow and silently walked out, leaving Wyatt undisturbed.

In the quiet of the morning, she prepared herself for the day at the hospital, each step carrying the weight of the unresolved tension between her and Wyatt. Descending to the breakfast table, her usual smile was absent. With no words exchanged, she quietly finished her breakfast, the atmosphere