Chapter 202: Confusions 

ZAYLEN

The rain started as a light drizzle, tapping gently on the roof of the hospital where Liana and I had been sitting. The sky, once a dull gray, now seemed to weep, urging us back inside.

As we moved inside, Liana's words sliced through the sound of raindrops pattering against the windows.

"Zaylen, your dad must have been awake for more than a few days now."

I turned to her, shock flooding my system. "What? How can you say that?"

"Think about it," she said, her voice calm but insistent. "A long-term coma patient shouldn't have the strength to even stand up, let alone throw a vase at you"

A chill ran down my spine as her logic sunk in. "That... makes sense," I admitted, my mind racing back to the celebratory party weeks ago.

I recalled Edgar's cryptic words, the ones that had seemed odd at the time but now fell into place with an unsettling clarity.

"Edgar," I said, almost to myself. "At the party, he said something strange. Something that didn't quite fit. He knew about what I