Chapter 16

Anna's POV

The scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air as I walked down the sterile corridors of the hospital. Each step felt heavier than the last, my heart pounding in my chest, anxiety gripping me like a vice. My mind was consumed with worry, my thoughts swirling with the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

Victor's health had taken a sudden and unexpected turn for the worse. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a relentless storm descending upon us when we least expected it. The doctors were baffled by his condition, their diagnoses inconclusive and their treatments ineffective. As days turned into weeks, hope waned, and desperation settled in.

One evening, as I sat by Victor's side, holding his hand, a soft knock on the door broke the silence. I turned to see a mysterious figure standing in the doorway, their features obscured by the dim light of the hallway. There was an air of intrigue about them, a presence that demanded attention.

"Anna," the figure spoke, their voice a low, ve