Zevs POV
The scent of antiseptic clings to the air as I walk beside him. My boots hit the sterile floor in a slow rhythm, echoing down the long corridor.
The lights above flicker slightly, casting pale shadows on the hospital walls. Every step I take feels heavier, like something is building in the space between us. Something unspoken. Something dangerous.
My father, is silent at first. His jaw is tight, his shoulders squared, the way they always are when he’s holding something back.
“You need to tell me who she is, Zev.”
His voice is low. Steady. But there’s a tension in it that wasn’t there before. A weight that tightens my chest.
“What do you mean, Dad?”
We round a corner, passing a nurse who lowers her eyes when she sees us. He doesn’t answer right away. Just breathes through hi
