POV: VanessaI felt the shift the moment I stepped onto the pediatric cardiac floor. The air was too still, too charged, like the calm before a storm that had been building for years. My heels clicked against the polished linoleum, each step measured and confident, the way I had trained myself to move through Vinicio’s world. I adjusted the silk scarf at my throat, letting the soft fabric brush my skin like a reminder of who I had become—the woman who stayed. The one who held the pieces together when everything else shattered.Vinicio’s text had been curt: *Thomas stable. New specialist. Come if you want.* Of course I came. I always did. Four years of carefully placed smiles, late-night conversations, and quiet endurance had woven me into the fabric of his life. I wasn’t a ghost. I was flesh and blood, warm and present, the one who made the estate feel like a home instead of a tomb.But something was wrong. I sensed it before I even saw him—Vinicio standing in the hallway outside Room
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