Third Person (Narrator’s POV)
The hospital no longer felt like a place of healing.
Every update from the doctors carved fresh cracks into the Callahans, and those cracks were spreading fast.
Rhea lay behind closed doors where machines she was hooked on to breathed for her. The words used by the doctors felt foreign, wrong, as though reality itself had been twisted: unstable… critical… The matriarch who had once commanded boardrooms, households, and bloodlines with an iron voice now dangled dangerously between life and death, and her empire quivered in the waiting room.
Kane sat rigid in one of the hard plastic chairs. To anyone who passed by, his expression was unreadable, his posture stiff, hands folded, eyes trained forward. But inside, every muscle in his chest clenched with each pa
