When they finally pulled into the parking lot of Mercy General, Luna's heart was racing. The building looked less intimidating in the morning light—more like a peaceful estate than a hospital. They gathered at the entrance, Helena carrying a beautiful bouquet of white gardenias, Grace taking deep, steadying breaths.

"Ready?" Luna asked, looking at Grace.

Grace nodded, though her face was pale. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Together, with Grayson's reassuring presence behind them, ...