She stared at me, her expression shifting from curiosity to shock. “Wait… she’s my—” she began, but Daniel interrupted her sharply. Whatever revelation she was about to share was left hanging in the sterile hospital air.
I watched them both, my mind racing to piece together the fragments of my life that had suddenly shattered. Sofia’s unfinished sentence hung over us like a thick fog, obscuring the path ahead. I was desperate to understand, yet too weary to demand answers I feared.
