89_She Has to Go

Mike POV

The clinic lights were harsh, brighter than the midday sun, but far colder. I stepped into the hallway outside Eloise’s room at exactly 6:10 p.m., cringing at the sterile hum of hospital noise. Silence, except for the recycled air and the distant buzz of fluorescent lamps. Not the evening I—or Eloise—needed right now. Yet, here I was.

I closed the door quietly behind me and noticed her bed empty. My breath caught until I remembered, she’d told me her father ...