Amara’s POV

The next few hours blurred together. I couldn’t recall the exact order of events, only fragments: the flurry of nurses rushing my grandmother into an examination room, the beeping monitors, the soft hum of medical jargon spoken in calm, efficient tones.

Cassian, somehow, was everywhere at once.

While I sat frozen with Eli in the waiting area, he spoke to the nurses, filled out forms, and gave concise answers to the doctor’s questions. When I couldn’t find my voice, he ...