(Elara's POV)The hospital lights were too bright. They washed out all the color, turning everything into shades of white, gray, and sickly green. I stood in the waiting room outside the ICU, my arms wrapped around myself. I could still feel the ghost of Nora's weight in them, the heat of her tears on my neck. Eleanor had taken her home. "She shouldn't see this," she'd said, her voice hollow, and I was too shattered to argue.Charles, Silas's father, paced a trench in the thin industrial carpet. His footsteps were the only sound. A relentless, angry shush, shush, shush. Eleanor sat perfectly still on a plastic chair, her purse on her lap, her knuckles white where she gripped it. She hadn't looked at me since we arrived.The doctor finally came out. A woman with a tired face and kind eyes behind wire-framed glasses. "Family of Silas Truman?"We all moved at once. "Is he awake?" I asked, the words tripping over Charles's de
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