The silence of the room stretched out as if it wanted to stay forever. The darkness of the night seeped through the cracks of the window, slowly erasing the sense of time. Andromeda no longer knew how long she had been waiting. Ten minutes? An hour? Maybe more. The only thing she could truly feel was the heavy pounding of her heart in her chest, with every passing minute bringing her closer to the answer — to the truth. Then, a soft, whispering knock broke the silence.
Lucian immediately stood up and opened the door. On the threshold stood Dr. Klein once again, no longer in a tired housecoat but fully dressed: dark trousers, a white shirt, and a black sleeveless vest with neatly arranged medical instruments tucked into it. In his hand, he carried a medium-sized, hard-cased leather suitcas
