Chapter 27

The sound of the door opening pulled me from my reverie. I glanced up as Issca stepped into the room, a tray in his hands. scent of something savory wafted

The

toward me, and I realized I hadn't eaten all day. Issca had been hovering around me ever since Oliver passed, trying to take care of me as if he could somehow fill the void that was left.

"Doris, you shouldn't be watching this trash," Issca said, his voice gentle but firm

as he placed the tray on the coffee table.

He was always like this-caring,

protective, but I couldn't bring myself to accept his help completely. Not when the pain was still so raw, so consuming. "I'm fine," I replied, forcing a small smile

that didn't reach my eyes. "You don't have

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to worry about me."

Issca sighed, his eyes full of concern. "You need to eat something. You've been in and out of the hospital so much lately... I made

your

favorite soup."

Í nodded, but my mind was far away. I

couldn't shake the memories of those

endless hospital visits with Oliver-the} sterile smell of antiseptics, the beeping

machines, the doctors' grim expressions.

We had fought so hard, clung to every

-shred of hope, but it hadn't been enough.

And now, all I had left were memories.

"I know you're trying to help," I

I said

quietly, picking up the spoon. "But I need to do this on my own. I need to be strong."

knelt down beside me, his

on my shoulder.

do it alone, Doris. You have people who care

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a moment, I almost believed

reminding me that no one could truly understand the depth of

but resolute. "But I need to

shoulders slumped slightly, but he nodded in understanding. "I'll

you need anything."

leaving me alone with my

tray of food, the smell of the soup filling the

the

to escape the confines of

hospital had discharged me

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like they were closing

between the flowerbeds where my mother's roses used to

hers,

was all I had left

family. I bent down

weeds, my hands

as I tried to

the task

the task.

no matter how many flowers

I couldn't

spent

the nights

praying for a miracle.

you're spiraling.

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