The tension in the hospital waiting room was palpable. Parents whispered amongst themselves, voices tinged with worry and frustration. Peter Harper stood by the window, staring out at the bustling cityscape, his thoughts clouded with doubt. Ellen sat in a corner, flipping through the book The Reflection Game, its cryptic pages as maddening as they were mysterious.
The door swung open, and an older woman entered with a purposeful stride. Her silver hair was tied into a neat bun, her eyes sharp and knowing. It was Anna’s grandmother, Margaret Harper. She carried an air of calm authority that immediately silenced the room.
“I came as soon as I heard,” Margaret said, setting down her coat and bag. Her voice was steady, but her expression betrayed her concern. “What’s happening to my granddaughter?”
Peter moved to greet her. “Mom, we don’t know what’s going on. They just... they won’t wake up. The doctors are baffled, and—”
Ellen interrupted, holding up the book. “We found this with them.
