Faith POV

The next morning, I woke up early. The surroundings were quiet, the only sound breaking the silence was the soft drip of the IV. I stared at the ceiling, listening to every beat of my heart—each one a reminder that another life now depended on me.

After a few hours, Ate Elvie arrived carrying warm rice porridge and fruit.

“Good morning, Ma’am Faith. The nurse said they’ll remove your IV later. We can go home before noon,” she said cheerfully.

“Thank you, Ate Elvie,” I ...