Sienna

The hallway was too quiet.

Too still.

Every second felt like it was dragging nails across my skin as we waited for the “general test” results. No one spoke—not Lena, not Dad, not even the nurses passing by.

When the double doors finally opened and the doctor stepped out holding a single white file, the air around us froze completely.

He didn’t need to say anything.

His face already said everything.

But he spoke anyway, voice low and cautious.

“Mr. and Mrs. Blake… the ...