Desi’s heels clicked softly against the hospital floor as she moved purposefully down the hallway. Her shoulders were square, her expression calm, but her mind was anything but.
The moment she saw Lucas again, after all these years, it felt like the ground had shifted beneath her feet. Memories she had buried deep clawed their way to the surface, threatening to shatter the careful composure she had built.
But she refused to let him see that.
Reaching Victor's room, she pushed the door open with steady hands, her professional mask firmly in place. Lucas was already there, leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed and his gaze piercing. His presence dominated the small room, the tension between them palpable.
Desi didn’t look at him. She focused on Victor, who was still unconscious,
