Elijah stood at the edge of the hospital bed, staring at Danielle’s pale, fragile face.

His expression was complicated—like he wanted to speak, but didn’t know how to start.

Danielle lay there, eyes blank, staring at the ceiling.

Then, in a soft, distant voice, she asked, “Brother… isn’t he coming to see me?”

Elijah frowned. “Who?”

Danielle didn’t answer. But who else could it ...