Chapter 74: Meeting with Wesley
(Dominic's POV)
I stood rooted to the spot. My brain screamed at me to move, to run after her, to grab her arm and demand she listen. But my legs felt like they were encased in solid lead. I couldn't lift a foot. I couldn't even twitch a muscle.
I just watched. I watched her back retreat down the sterile white hallway, her heels clicking a rhythm that sounded like a countdown. She didn't look back. She turned the corner, and she was gone.
The silence that rushed in to fill the space where she had been was deafening. A gut-wrenching sense of loss tore through me. It wasn't just a pang of regret; it was physical. It was a visceral pain, sharp and twisting, like someone had reached into my chest and yanked out a vital organ. I gasped for air, but the ox
