ALESSIA
I think there’s something deeply wrong with me.
Earlier, I had been desperate to leave, but now that I’m finally going, a sharp pain settles in my chest.
I can’t stop wondering who Ashira is—the woman who made them rush off without sparing me a glance. What is their relationship with her?
Goddess, I hate them.
And I hated myself even more for caring — for actually missing their annoying presence and talks.
My palm slammed against the steering wheel in frustration as I forced my attention back on the road.
The moment my car rolled to a stop in front of the hospital, I exhaled slowly, trying to summon the calm, happy version of myself I always portrayed here.
Stepping inside felt like coming home. In just two weeks of being away, everything looked slightly different, yet so
