But I couldn’t look back.
Because in that moment, I realized something even more devastating than what had happened.
He had heard what his mother said.
He had seen her reaction.
And still… he had chosen silence.
The nurse carefully sealed the bottle in a plastic evidence bag. Another nurse wheeled in a cart, checking charts, whispering urgently to the doctor.
Then the doctor turned to me, his expression no longer just sympathetic—but serious.
“We need to run additional tests,” he said. “There are procedures we can initiate immediately. I need you to stay strong for me, okay?”
My breath caught.
“What do you mean?” I whispered.
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