Elliot's voice came out rough and broken. "Margaret... it's me, Elliot."
His gaze clung to her as if afraid she might vanish again.
Though only months had passed, she looked different. Her features were still those he remembered, but the timid hesitation was gone, replaced by a quiet steadiness.
He swallowed, the words tumbling out. "I've been searching everywhere for you. I was wrong, Margaret. I shouldn't have doubted you, shouldn't have hurt you. And your grandfather... I should have saved him. I'm sorry."
At the mention of her grandfather, a shadow passed over Margaret's eyes, then faded. Yet her expression remained calm. Handing a prescription to the patient in front of her, she spoke evenly, "Take this as directed, and come back if the symptoms persist."
She called for the next
