The hospital corridors smelled of antiseptic and fear. Aurora paced back and forth outside the emergency ward, her hands trembling so badly she had to keep wringing them together. Her legs felt weak, her breath uneven, and yet she couldn’t stop moving. Each time the doors swung open with nurses rushing in or out, her heart slammed against her ribs, hoping, dreading, that they would tell her something.Her little girl was inside, hooked up to wires and tubes because of a cake. A cake. The image of Elara gasping for air at the table, her small hands clawing at her throat, replayed so vividly that Aurora thought she might collapse.A shuffling of footsteps made her freeze. When she turned, she saw Xavier. He looked like a ghost, his face pale, his eyes hollow, his steps hesitant, as though the weight of guilt had stolen his strength. His gaze darted toward her before quickly dropping to the floor. He moved closer, slowly, almost cautiously, as if unsure whether he had the right to ev
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