Elin's POV

The hospital corridor stretches ahead, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Snowflakes swirl outside the windows, thick and heavy, blurring the world beyond into white. Grayson walks beside me, his presence steady, but my heart pounds against my ribs.

'Yanis. Please be okay. Please.'

We round the corner, and I see him.

Aaron.

He stands in the hallway, tall and commanding even in his exhaustion, shaking hands with a man in a white coat. The doctor's face is lined with fatigue, ...