KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The hours pass slowly until Scarlett is finally discharged from the hospital.
The doctor, after a careful evaluation, assures me that she is stable, with no more reactions, and gives us the green light to go home.
I stay by her side the whole time, closely observing any signs of discomfort or weakness. When the doctor announces her discharge, I immediately stand up and start organizing our departure.
Outside, the sky is filled with dark clouds, and the rain pours down heavily, hitting the hospital windows.
I open the car door for Scarlett, carefully helping her inside. She settles into the seat, staring at the gray sky with an expression I can’t decipher.
I close the door and rush to the other side, quickly starting the engine.
The drive to the mansion is enveloped
