Camilla’s POV

The hospital's sterile odor was oppressive. As I stood in the hallway, holding my coat closer to my body, my mind a haze of confusion and fear, the air felt heavy with the weight of uncertainty. Even though the doctors had hurried George into surgery, I couldn't stop thinking about what they had said.

"It's an urgent surgery. We cannot afford to be time-wasting.

Every second felt like an eternity, and it was like a knife twisting in my chest. I was having trouble breathing. I ...