Author POV

Giovanni had already changed into the pale blue hospital gown. The cold fabric clung to her skin, and the sharp scent of antiseptic filled her lungs. Her hands trembled slightly as the nurses adjusted the IV line and began to wheel her down the corridor. The wheels of the gurney squeaked against the sterile floor, echoing through the silent hall like a countdown.

Inside, Giovanni’s heart pounded. This was it. The decision she’d been running from was finally here — the moment ...