Semua Bab No Apologies, No Regrets: Bab 31 - Bab 34

In the days that followed, the atmosphere between Fedora and Judah shifted. The intimacy they had shared was now replaced by a palpable tension. Every glance lingered a moment too long, every touch was avoided. They moved around each other with a newfound caution, as if afraid that proximity might reignite the flames they were desperately trying to smother.Judah, ever the professional, buried himself in the mission. He coordinated with the CIA, ensuring that every detail of the final drug delivery of El Padre Rivas was flawless. His days were consumed with briefings, surveillance, and contingency plans. He needed the distraction, needed to focus on something other than the memory of Fedora's touch, the sound of her voice whispering his name in the dark.Fedora, too, threw herself into the role she had to play. She rehearsed her lines, perfected her smiles, and reminded herself of the stakes. This was more than just a mission; it was a game of life and death. And there was no room for

The fluorescent lights buzzed quietly above the sterile stillness of the ICU. The air carried the scent of antiseptic and faint lavender from the small diffuser on the corner shelf. Fedora lay still, the beeping of the heart monitor syncing with her shallow breaths. Her face bore the bruises of a war she hadn’t signed up for.A soft knock tapped at the hospital room door, and in walked a woman in pale scrubs, clutching a chart."Good morning, sweetheart," she said gently, her voice warm and reassuring. "I'm Nurse Jenny. I’ve been assigned to your care for the next few days."Fedora blinked, her lips dry and cracked. “Morning… I’m feeling… sore. Everywhere,” she managed, her voice hoarse.Jenny gave her a sympathetic smile. “I bet you are. You’ve been through hell and back.”Jenny walked to the monitor, then to the foot of the bed, flipping open the chart. She hesitated, then looked back at Fedora.“You’re lucky,” she said softly.Fedora raised an eyebrow. “Lucky?”Jenny nodded. “Yes.