I reached out into the darkness to switch on the light, casting a glance toward the door, which stood closed.

Aurora hadn't closed it.

She was staying with me at the hospital that night. Concerned about disturbing my rest and hindering my recovery, she had insisted on sleeping on the couch in the living area. Yet, worried that she might not hear me if I needed assistance, she had left the door ajar.

Now, it was evident that someone had entered.

Was it him...?

I ...