Olivia’s POV
My soul had just reached the hospital entrance when I saw a figure rushing inside.
Evelyn.
She moved quickly, almost frantically, her heels striking the tile floor in sharp echoes. I followed instinctively, drifting through the doors behind her.
The smell of disinfectant filled the air. Nurses moved past with hurried steps, carts rattling softly in the hallway. But at the end of the corridor, everything seemed frozen.
Lucas was already there.
He stood in front of the doctor’s station like a statue—his back straight, shoulders rigid, hands hanging stiffly at his sides. His face was drained of color, his eyes empty, unfocused.
His lips moved over and over.
“No… no… that’s not possible… it can’t be…”
Beside him, the doctor who had treated me looked thoroughly irritated,
