Lyla's POV:
The glance between Dr. Alvarez and the radiologist lasted barely two seconds. Most people probably wouldn't have caught it at all. But I did. I'd spent enough time around hospitals to know that doctors had their own silent language—little pauses, quick looks, or the way someone’s shoulders tensed right before delivering bad news. That particular look? It wasn’t good.
The door to the MRI room slid open with a soft whoosh, and the technician wheeled Declan out on the gurney. He pushed himself up into a sitting position before anyone could tell him to stay down, his good hand gripping the edge tightly.
“So?” he asked right away, his voice rough with impatience.
Dr. Alvarez kept his expression calm and professional. “No one has officially read the full scan yet.”
Declan’s jaw
