Dylan
By the time I left the hospital, the sun was already beginning to set. As I drove down, the city moved around me in its usual rhythm. Traffic lights changed, people crossed streets, phones rang and everything looked normal.
Yet my thoughts remained fixed on one person.
Isabella.
I loosened my tie slightly as I stepped into my office and closed the door behind me.
Silence settled over the room.
Usually, I appreciated silence, but today, it only gave me more room to think. My gaze drifted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
I should have been working.
There were contracts waiting for my approval, meetings that needed my attention, and decisions that couldn't be delayed forever.
Instead, I'd spent most of my day sitting inside a rehabilitation room, watch
