Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 90

Chapter 90:

“Is that truly what you want?”

Brian’s fingers gripped his wheelchair’s armrest with crushing force, his knuckles turning white as veins stood out prominently against his skin. His typically composed features now masked barely contained fury and anguish.

“Yes.” Rachel’s answer rang with finality.

The silence that followed stretched between them like an endless chasm.

Brian finally said, “If that’s your wish, I’ll honor it.”

“Deal.”

could draw another breath, a familiar voice pierced the air behind her. “Brian! I’ve been searching everywhere for

a practiced cheerfulness as she positioned herself behind Brian’s wheelchair. “You disappeared without a word,” she

radiated an unmistakable

on Rachel with calculated surprise. “Rachel!

false warmth in her voice barely masked

with deliberate detachment,

each step felt heavy, whether from exhaustion or the crushing weight in

hallway with crystal clarity. “Brian, you’ve always been my protector. Now it’s my turn to care for you. The medical facilities here are so inadequate compared to what we have at

for fresh

stop walking, but the words still reached her, clear as day. The corridor seemed endless, and by the time Tracy’s voice finally faded, Rachel felt as though she had been

she allow herself

reds

a distance, she saw them—Tracy, gently pushing Brian’s wheelchair, the two of them moving in quiet harmony. They looked like