When the Past Walked In
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Sofia didn’t expect to see David at the hospital.
Not today. Not like that.
Kelvin had driven her straight from Portland General, after his father’s stroke left him clinging to life. They’d barely spoken during the ride emotions too raw, too tangled to sort through with words.
When they walked into the ICU wing, Sofia felt her stomach twist. But it wasn’t the machines or the scent of disinfectant that triggered her.
It was him.
David Lex, standing at the end of the corridor.
Still sharp in a charcoal suit, but tired around the eyes. His gaze collided with hers like a tidal wave crashing against stone.
She froze.
David’s jaw clenched, but he nodded stiffly. “Sofia.”
Kelvin stiffened beside her.
“You didn’t say he’d be here,” he muttered.
“I didn’t know,” Sofia replied quietly.
David stepped closer, but his words were measured. “Mr. Grant was my mentor too. I came to pay my respects. That’s all.”
Kelvin scoffed under his breath. “Since when did you show up without an agenda?”
“Kel” Sofia started.
David raised a hand. “Don’t. I’ll leave if I’m not wanted.”
Sofia hesitated, then slipped her hand into the anchor of Kelvin’s and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“We’re all on the same page here,” she said quietly, trying to calm the storm that threatened to erupt between them. Whatever issues we have, Kelvin’s dad is the priority right now. We’ll deal with everything else later.
David stared between them, expression unreadable, then gave a curt nod and turned away.
The next few hours passed in a fog of stress and sterile silence.
Kelvin stood by his father’s side, holding the man’s limp hand like a lifeline. Sofia stood nearby, offering tissues, water, or quiet company whatever she could.
David didn’t come back in.
But his presence stayed like a shadow in Sofia’s mind.
How had he even found out?
Why did it still rattle her so deeply to see him?
More importantly… why did her heart still ache in his presence?
When night came and Kelvin stepped out to take a call, David reappeared.
Sofia met him just outside the family room.
“You didn’t need to come,” she said, arms folded.
“I know,” he replied.
“Then why did you?”
He paused. “Because I heard. And because… part of me hoped you’d be here.”
Sofia’s heart stuttered. She hated how easily his voice still affected her.
She kept her tone sharp. “This isn’t about us, David.”
He looked at her really looked at her and, for a second, she saw the man who had once made her feel safe, even when everything else felt like falling.
“I didn’t come to fight,” he said softly. “Or take you away.” I just… I wanted to see how you were. I didn’t know how much I missed that until I saw your face again.
Her guard cracked. Just a little.
She stepped back. “You chose Tracy.”
“Yes. And I was wrong.”
Sofia’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I thought I wanted her. I thought I needed the past to feel like myself again. But all I found was emptiness.”
His voice broke. “The truth is… I let go of the only person who made me feel anything real.”
Sofia blinked, stunned.
Before she could respond, Kelvin returned.
David stepped away. “Take care of him.”
The next day, Sofia sat alone on a hospital bench. Her thoughts wouldn’t quiet down.
David’s words replayed over and over in her mind.
The only person who made me feel something real.
Was he being sincere?
Did it even matter anymore?
Her phone buzzed.
A message from David: I meant what I said. I’ll wait as long as it takes.
Sofia stared at the screen, torn between relief… and fear.
Because no matter how far she’d run, part of her heart still belonged to the man who shattered it.
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