The room was quiet, with the only sound being the soft beeps of the medical equipment.
Upon entering the room, Trey's keen senses immediately detected a faint, delicate fragrance of makeup lingering in the air.
His eyes fell on Valerie's body, which was looking fragile lying on the hospital bed.
He saw her pale face and the drastic weight loss that had taken over her. He couldn't help but wonder if she could have caused such a drastic change in her own health and well-being or if she was indeed sick.
He didn't know what to think of her anymore. The sight of her lying there like that filled him with a sense of… What would be the right word?
He turned to Mr. Lynn, who had closed the door and was now standing beside him.
"Tell me what exactly is wrong with her." Trey asked, his voice
