Alina’s POV
The moment I stepped into the hospital, my feet froze. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my lungs, but what truly choked me was the sight before me—my mom, completely shattered, her body trembling as silent sobs escaped her. My dad sat beside her, his arms around her shoulders, whispering words of comfort that seemed to fall uselessly into the void between them.
My eyes burned. I quickly wiped the tears slipping down my cheeks, but it was no use—more followed. My gaze turned to Zayn, who stood quietly beside me, concern etched across his face.
“Come with me,” I murmured, my voice barely steady.
He gave me a small nod and followed as I slowly approached my parents.
“Dad…” The word left my mouth in a shaky whisper.
He looked up at me, and the sight of his eyes—red and
