The next morning, the soft sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Alexander's bedroom, wrapping Emily in a deceptive warmth. She woke up alone, the memory of the previous night still fresh in her mind. The spot where Alexander had slept was cold—an absence that always reminded her of her fleeting place in his life.

A quiet knock sounded at the door. Emily jumped, her senses still dulled by sleep. Before she could answer, the door opened gently, and Clara entered, carrying her doctor's bag. Her face was calm, almost expressionless, but a flicker of concern gleamed in her eyes.