Chapter 67
The entire Kingsley family had gathered at the hospital. No one spoke, no one slept. Grief and anxiety seemed to be caught in their throats. On one side of the long bench sat Elvira’s father, his hands laced together, his head bowed. His daughter’s smiling face kept flashing before his eyes, and he wondered how everything could go so wrong in just one day.
A few meters away, some people paced—unable to contain their restlessness. Others prayed silently, their lips moving but no sound coming out.
The team of on-duty doctors was constantly coming in and out. Medications were changed, doses were increased, new injections were administered. But Elvira’s body seemed unwilling to respond. At one point, the lines on the monitor screen fluctuated erratically—impossible to hold onto,
