Begging for Forgiveness

Leonard

As Amelia led the way down the hospital corridor, my gaze locked onto the solarium at the far end, where a solitary figure sat curled up on a bench, bathed in the soft, golden light streaming through the glass walls. My heart constricted at the sight of Claire, her slender frame hunched over, her eyes fixed on some distant point only she could see.

The sight of her there, so small and vulnerable, pulled at my heartstrings. I had hurt her, and the very thought made my stomach turn. I wanted to explain, to justify my actions earlier, but I knew this wasn't the time. Not when she needed space, and not when I hadn't even begun to process the whirlwind of revelations that had hit me earlier.

As we approached, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted into my nostrils, and I noticed a tray with a half-empty cup and a plate of untouched sandwiches on the table beside her. My stomach rumbled in response, reminding me of the meal I'd missed amidst all the chaos. Claire must have notice