**Chapter 73** **Grief Interrupted**The hospital room, which had briefly become a fragile sanctuary for our shared mourning, now felt contaminated. Natasha’s voice still lingered in the air like expensive perfume — sharp, insistent, and utterly out of place. I stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly around myself, staring at the East River glittering under the night lights. Behind me, Khalid sat up straighter in the hospital bed, his phone still clutched in his hand like a lifeline he couldn’t quite release.“Evelyn,” he said, voice rough from hours of tears and revelations. “It’s not what it sounds like. She’s worried. The team has been blowing up my phone since I collapsed. I’ll text her back and tell her I’m fine.”I turned slowly, studying the man I had just held while we mourned our lost child. His eyes were still red-rimmed, his face etched with genuine anguish over Bean — the name we had both begun whispering like a prayer. For a moment, th
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