Dominic’s POV

The hallway outside Evelyn’s room was quiet. Machines hummed faintly on the other side of the door, and I could hear her father’s low voice speaking to the doctor. When he finally stepped out, he looked tired, older than I remembered.

“Mr. Northwood,” I said, standing straight. “She’s stable now. The doctor said—”

He lifted a hand, cutting me off gently. “I know. Thank you… for bringing her here.” His tone was polite, but distant. Something in it made my ...