Milana The hospital room smelled faintly of disinfectant and flowers from a small bouquet someone had left earlier. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands folded tightly in my lap. My body still trembled, but I knew the trembling was not just from fear. It was from anticipation, from hope, from something fragile that I was terrified to break.Alexei had said little on the way here. He had only looked at me, silently, and said, “He is waiting. Be honest. That is all that matters.” I had nodded, though my stomach felt like lead.Now, as the door opened and Viktor stepped inside, the world seemed to shrink to the space between us. He paused at the threshold, his broad shoulders tense, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I could see the shadows of sleepless nights, of guilt, of the knowledge he had carried about Maksim and everything I endured. I had never seen him so raw.He did not speak at first. He only looked at me. I swallowed and forced my legs to move. “Viktor,” I whispered, m
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