The air in the hospital room had turned suffocating. Andrew couldn't focus—not on Sophia’s voice as she chatted with his father, not on the tray of pastries she set down with meticulous care, and certainly not on the strained smile his father wore to disguise the awkwardness.
All Andrew could think about was Amelia.
The quiet way she had stood in the room, composed but hollow-eyed.
The way her hand had trembled slightly as she fixed Oliver’s coat before leaving.
The glimmer of unshed tears she’d tried to hide when her gaze briefly met his.
And then she was gone. Again.
But this time, Andrew couldn’t take it.
Not without answers.
Not without knowing what was left between them.
He didn’t even realize he was moving until Sophia called his name.
“Andrew?”
He stopped halfway to the d
