Hailey's POV
Janet Lut's entrance was not loud.
That was the first thing that struck me.
She didn't burst into the room or announce herself in any dramatic way. She didn't raise her voice or demand attention. Instead, she slipped in like she belonged there, like the hospital room had been waiting for her all along.
The door closed softly behind her.
Then she gasped.
"Oh, Kingsley…"
Her voice broke perfectly on his name. It was Soft, trembling. Just loud enough to draw focus without appearing intentional.
She crossed the room quickly, heels silent against the polished floor, hands already lifting as if pulled by instinct. Her eyes—ocean-blue and glossy with tears—locked onto him with an intensity that bordered on reverence.
I felt it immediately.
That itch.
