Clarissa’s POV I didn’t remember the ride home. One moment I was standing under the harsh white lights outside the hospital, the smell of antiseptic still clinging to my skin, and the next I was unlocking the front door with trembling fingers. The taxi driver had said something polite when I got out, but I hadn’t answered. My mind had been somewhere else still trapped in that hospital corridor, replaying every word, every look.The door creaked open.“Clarissa?”Maya’s voice came from the living room, thick with sleep and confusion. I stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind me as if the night itself might follow me in.She appeared a second later, wrapped in a loose robe, her hair messy. Her eyes widened when she saw me. “You’re home already? It’s midnight.” She paused, scanning behind me. “Wait… didn’t Dante drop you off?”I let out a short, hollow laugh as I slipped off my shoes. “Dante?” I repeated, the name tasting bitter. “He didn’t even try.”Maya frowned, stepping clos
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