The sound of approaching footsteps barely registered in Nirvana’s mind. She sat by the hospital window, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. Outside, the world moved on…cars passing, people walking, life continuing as if hers hadn’t been shattered into something unrecognizable.

Behind her, the door opened. She didn’t turn. She didn’t need to. The air shifted, darkened, carrying the weight of his presence.

RAyNe was back.

She expected some grand entrance…maybe a snide remark, ...