The early afternoon sun streamed gently through the hospital windows, casting soft light over the white walls. The air buzzed quietly with distant footsteps and the soft beeping of machines. Kim sat by Jane’s bedside, his fingers nervously tapping against his thigh. For the first time in months, his eyes held something different—concern that ran deeper than duty. His phone was silent in his pocket, and his mind refused to wander. Today wasn’t about yesterday. It was about what was ...