chapter 146

Amy sat in the mental hospital's common room, her gaze drifting aimlessly over the dull, beige walls. The atmosphere was stifling, filled with the low murmur of other patients and the occasional clink of medical equipment. The room had become her world, a place where time seemed to drag on endlessly, filled with monotonous routines and half-hearted conversations. The weight of her past actions hung heavily on her shoulders, a constant reminder of the chaos she had caused.

The door to the room creaked open, and Inishola stepped in, his presence a rare interruption to her daily routine. His expression was a blend of seriousness and sympathy, reflecting the delicate balance he tried to maintain while dealing with Amy. He took a seat across from her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of recognition or emotion.

"Hello, Amy," he said softly, his voice carrying a note of genuine concern.

Amy barely looked up, her eyes remaining fixed on a spot on the floor. "Hello," she replied, her v