Felicia's POV

The quiet after she ended the call felt almost too heavy to breathe in.

Felicia stood in the middle of the examination room, latex gloves still on, her eyes fixed on the door that had closed behind Damian and Evelyn. The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, mixing with something warmer, a trace of Evelyn’s perfume, soft and floral.

The sound of their voices had long faded down the hallway, replaced by the low hum of the clinic’s machines. She could still ...