Elena's POV The autumn rain comes without warning.

It is fine and relentless, the kind that does not pour but seeps, soaking through fabric and skin until there is no clear line between outside and inside.

By the time I reach the hospital gate, my coat is damp, my hair clings to my neck, and the breakfast in my hands is the only thing that still feels warm.

The rain feels cold in a way that sinks deep. It presses into my chest, heavy and suffocating, as if it is trying to slow my ...