Giving one last look at Sabrina’s room, I felt a strange sense of relief.
The nurse was really taking care of her.
Not as a duty.
Not as an obligation.
But as her friend.
It made me wonder—why was it so hard for her to move? The thought gnawed at the back of my mind, pushing me to search for answers.
Maybe I could look it up on my phone—
Then reality hit me.
I didn’t have my phone.
Letting out a frustrated groan, I rubbed my temples, but before I could process my thoughts, a voice echoed through the hall—desperate, terrified, hysterical.
It was a young woman, screaming in my native language.
“Where are my children?! My children—they are missing! I was just getting ready to leave with them, and now I can’t find them!”
I turned quickly, my eyes landing on a woman about my height,
