Raisel’s POV
Fiora walked into the room, pushing the trolley ahead of her. I quickly shut the door behind her. She set the food tray on the table, and I just stood there, frozen. I didn’t even know how to start a conversation with someone who used to be such a close friend but now felt like a distant stranger standing in my room.
“Anything else you need, ma’am?” Fiora’s words startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Fiora, how are you?” I whispered. She turned and looked me straight in the eyes, her expression unreadable.
“You can see me. I’m healthy,” she replied simply. I nodded, but the air between us felt thick with awkwardness.
“I… I missed you. I—”
“Really?” she interrupted, her tone sharp as I stumbled over my words.
“I know it sounds stupid,” I began, rushing to explain
