SARGIS' POV
The door clicked shut behind me, and I finally exhaled the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. The moment I was out of her presence, the weight I'd kept tucked tightly behind a composed face began to settle heavily on my shoulders.
I made my way down the corridor, boots echoing against the polished marble floors as I headed for the elevator.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the medical floor. As the metal doors sealed shut, so did my composure. I slumped against the cool paneling, my head fell back with a dull thunk. My mind dragged me back to earlier, back to the conversation in my study that still haunted me.
-Flashback-
"She's suffering from severe malnutrition, dehydration, and post-traumatic stress," Ma
