Do not open your mouth

Seraphina’s eyes were sharp as she turned to Andrine, who had remained silent. “You must be overwhelmed, Andrine,” she said, her voice sweet but laced with an edge. “So much happening all at once.” She tilted her head slightly, as if daring Andrine to respond.

Andrine met her gaze, the fire still burning in her eyes, but she forced herself to stay quiet. She wouldn’t let Seraphina get the upper hand, not here, not now. “I just want him to be alive,” she said finally, her voice steady.

Armin, caught between the tension of the two women and the mystery of the doctor, felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him. Alysha Jarl is alive, Andrine had said. His wife.

And now, there was this woman—Dr. Arisha Holland—who stirred something deep within him. As he looked toward the closed trauma room doors, he knew he was standing on the edge of a truth that could unravel everything he thought he knew.

But for now, all he could do was wait.

Suddenly, Seraphina dragged Andrine into a shadow