Vivienne's POV “Are you ready?” Julian asked at last.I nodded. Ready wasn’t the right word, but I had no other choice except to move forward. I took a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs. Fear was coiled tightly in my chest, but there was something else too. I wasn’t going alone today.Maximilian tugged my hand gently. “Mom, I’ll sit in the back, okay? So I can see the ocean.”I smiled. “Okay.”Julian opened the door and stepped aside. I walked out, feeling the change in temperature and light. The apartment hallway felt longer than usual, or maybe my steps were slower. Every second felt precious, as if I wanted to hold time still so it wouldn’t rush me toward the place I knew would drain what little strength I had left.In front of the elevator, Julian stood a little closer. Not touching, but close enough for me to know he was there. I didn’t look at him. I kept my eyes on the floor, steadying my breath.The drive to the hospital was quiet,

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Vivienne's POV Julian glanced briefly at the rearview mirror, his gaze softening. He didn’t say anything, but the silence felt full, not empty. I swallowed, holding back the emotions that suddenly rose. That simple picture house, beach, the three of us felt like a prayer drawn in crayon.I turned my gaze back to the window. Sunlight reflected off the surface of the sea in the distance, shimmering calmly. I remembered why I’d chosen to live near the beach: the sound of the waves that demanded nothing from me, only existed. But today, I realized that the presence of other people in this car gave me a different kind of strength.Julian slowed the car as we entered a busier area. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, then relaxed again. “If you feel dizzy or nauseous,” he said softly, almost in a whisper, “tell me.”I nodded. “Okay.”I didn’t know what would happen after the therapy later. I didn’t know how my body would react, or how long I could keep smi

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Vivienne's POV Time moved slowly. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours. I opened my eyes again, staring at the same white ceiling with a small stain in the corner, the mark I always counted to distract myself. One, two, three I stopped counting when dizziness came, pressing against my temples from the inside.I took a deep breath, remembering Julian’s voice that morning. His firm tone, the way he stood beside me without asking whether I needed him or not. He was simply there. And for the first time in a long while, I let myself accept that presence without feeling guilty.There was a soft knock against the curtain wall. Another nurse peeked in, offering a brief smile before returning to her tasks. The world in this room kept moving, indifferent to how heavy my body felt now. But I was still here. Still conscious. Still holding on.I imagine Maximilian outside, sitting in the waiting room with Julian. Maybe they’re drawing. Maybe Maximilian i

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