DANIEL

I didn't answer her.

The question hung in the stagnant air of the corridor like a physical weight, thick and suffocating.

How could I explain to the Luna that while I was trying to rest, the world had found a way to strike at him through his own weakness?

I watched her face, the way her composure crumbled into a jagged mosaic of maternal terror and simmering, lethal rage.

I didn't speak.

Instead, I simply pressed the medical report into her trembling hands.

Marie stepped in ...