Ophelia's POV I have never liked the smell of hospitals too sterile, too quiet, too full of reminders of things I should never have touched. But today, my breathing was uneven simply because of the fear I had been holding in since morning.Julian walked a few steps ahead, arms crossed as if keeping his distance. He hadn’t spoken much during the drive, only glancing at me occasionally with faint concern. Maximilian held his father’s hand, stealing looks at me with an expression mixed with confusion and caution?Dear God, even an eight-year-old could make me this nervous.“We’ll go straight to the third floor,” Julian said shortly.I nodded quickly. “Yes, thank you for bringing me.”He didn’t reply. He just kept walking.The elevator felt slower than usual. It was as if the whole world was holding its breath when the doors opened. I kept wringing my fingers, while Maximilian watched me from the corner of his eye, his gaze too sharp for a child.When the elevator doors slid open, my kn
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