{JAYDEN}
“We have a patient in ward 003, slow heart rate, pulse weak. She’s losing a lot of blood,” one of the senior nurses burst into my office, slamming the door wide open.
I had only just returned two days ago from Liverpool, after receiving a heart‑wrenching text from my sister Zarina:
“Nyra is finally getting married!”
For a minute, I felt I had lost everything.
I hadn’t heard that name in years.
It was like a ghost had slipped through the cracks of time and whispered in my ear. Nyra.
The name alone could split me open.
I told myself I was over it.
That I’d buried the past deep enough to forget.
But the truth?
I never stopped loving her… even if I never admitted it.
Seven years carried so much weight of pain and guilt. And now… life was cruel to me once again.
“What happ
