Damian’s POV

The morning of the discharge day felt strangely unreal.

Hospitals had a way of stretching time, turning hours into days, making every beeping machine sound like a countdown. But today, everything felt fast. Too fast.

Damian stood by the window of Evelyn’s private suite, watching the sunlight spill across the floor while he double-checked the messages from the head of staff.

Two SUVs on the way, drivers instructed.

Security spaced out, and no press expected.

He exhaled ...