The hallway smelled like antiseptic and sleeplessness. Aria moved through it quietly, a file clutched in her hand, though she hadn’t read a word in it. Her feet carried her out of habit. Her thoughts didn’t follow.
Everything since the cliffs felt like walking underwater. Slow. Muffled. Too heavy to lift off her shoulders.
She told herself she was just tired. That the emptiness was just grief finally catching up. But her body was starting to disagree.
She leaned over the desk, blinking hard at the words on a patient's chart. They blurred. Her stomach churned again. Third time tonight.
She hadn’t eaten since... yesterday? Maybe longer.
Sleep didn’t come anymore. Not since she left his house. Not since she folded his shirt and walked out the front door like it meant nothing.
Her hand t
