Third person POV
The hospital corridor gradually returned to silence.
The emergency alarms had stopped.
The frantic footsteps had disappeared.
The crisis was over.
Noelle had survived.
The Grant family could finally breathe again.
Yet somehow…
the atmosphere felt heavier than before.
Park stood beside the ICU observation window, staring at the reflection of the departing figure at the far end of the hallway.
He knew Raina.
Better than most people realized.
He knew what that silence meant.
What that expression meant.
What that exhaustion meant.
She wasn’t simply tired.
She was done.
Done explaining.
Done defending herself.
Done hoping people would finally see her.
And perhaps…
that was far more dangerous than anger.
Because anger still cared.
Indifference did not.
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