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.”

breath, a familiar voice pierced the air behind her. “Brian! I’ve been

Brian’s wheelchair. “You disappeared without a word,” she added, her hands resting possessively on the

stance radiated an unmistakable message of

with calculated surprise. “Rachel! What an

in her voice barely masked the underlying

Rachel responded with deliberate detachment, offering only the barest

exhaustion or the crushing weight in her chest. The

protector. Now it’s my turn to care for you. The medical facilities here are so inadequate compared to what we have at home. Let’s

hub for

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

allow herself a single

outside painted the sky in brilliant reds and gold, a breathtaking masterpiece of light and

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