Two Days Later, the Silence Broke

Two days passed slowly in the hospital.

When the doctor finally walked toward me, his tired eyes told me the news before his words did.

He spoke gently, but the message was final.

Later, I called Lina.

There was no sobbing, no shock—just a quiet pause on the other end of the line.

Then she said flatly, “I’ll handle everything.”

Before I could respond, the line went dead.