Luna Essa stood by the hospital door, her hand resting on the handle as she silently observed the scene inside.
The room was dim, the curtains drawn, casting soft shadows over the space. Gregory sat beside Emma’s bed, his posture slumped, his hands gently holding Emma’s lifeless fingers.
His gaze was fixed on her, as if willing her to open her eyes.
The exhaustion was etched into his face—red eyes, heavy bags beneath them from sleepless nights, and a pale complexion that only added to his weariness.
Luna sighed softly before stepping into the room.
"Gregory," she called gently, "you need to get some rest. You haven’t slept in days."
Gregory lifted his head slowly, his tired eyes meeting his mother’s gaze.
“Mother…” His voice was thick, hoarse, and filled with pain. "She’s… she’s no
