Desire’s heart raced as she sprinted through the hospital’s sliding glass doors, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the muted sounds of beeping machines enveloping her like a shroud. Panic clawed at her throat, each step echoing the urgency of her thoughts. She had received the call just moments ago, a frantic voice on the other end telling her to hurry. Her grandfather, the patriarch of the Almonte family, was in critical condition. “Where is he?” she gasped, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she approached the reception desk. The nurse behind the counter looked up, her expression a mix of sympathy and professionalism. “Please, I need to see my grandfather, Mr. Almonte,” Desire pleaded, her voice trembling. The nurse’s eyes softened, but there was a gravity in her demeanor. “I’m sorry, but you need to follow me. He’s… he’s in the morgue.” Desire’s heart sank, the words hitting her like a physical blow. “No, no, that can’t be right. I just spoke to him last night. He was fine
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