CHAPTER 60

Agatha POV:

The smell of stale coffee and antiseptic hung in the air, a strange mix of comfort and despair.

I sat across from Charles, the plastic table a flimsy barrier between us, a bouquet of lilies wilting beside my untouched grilled cheese sandwich.

He’d insisted on bringing me here, to this dingy little café across the street from the hospital, after catching me crying in the cafeteria.

The news of Camille's baby, of Nathan’s daughter being born with a heart defect, had hit me harder than I expected.

It wasn't jealousy, not exactly.

It was more like… a painful echo of my own losses, a reminder of the fragility of life, of the dreams that could be shattered in an instant.

And then there was the guilt, a gnawing ache in my chest, the constant reminder that I was somehow responsible for this whole mess, for the tangled web of pain and betrayal that had ensnared us all.

"Agatha, you barely touched your food," Charles said, his voice laced with concern, his blue eyes searching mi