Athena kept pacing the hallway outside Sophia’s room, wringing her fingers until they turned red. Max stood by the window, staring out but seeing nothing, his mind replaying Sophia’s empty expression over and over. She hadn’t spoken again since the single word, “Mama…” She hadn’t reacted to anything. She simply sat in bed like a fragile porcelain doll, responding only when moved, eating only when instructed, showing no emotion at all. Athena couldn’t take it anymore. “Call Dr. Wellington,” she whispered, voice shaky. “Call him now, Max. Something is wrong. Something is terribly, terribly wrong.” Max didn’t argue. He pulled out his phone and dialed immediately. Within thirty minutes, Dr. Wellington—one of Dallas’ top private physicians—arrived with two nurses and a medical bag. The moment he stepped into Sophia’s room, he froze. Sophia was sitting on the bed, legs folded beneath her, hands resting on her lap. Her eyes stared ahead, unfocused… like she didn’t even notice the
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