In a compassionate gesture, the doctors granted his request to say a final goodbye. The room, already intimate and small, seemed to shrink further as he sat down, clutching her hand with a desperate tenderness. Her skin was cold, her fingers limp, and yet he held on as though he could somehow transfer his warmth, his life, into her still form. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, a ritual he had repeated countless times over the past months.
But this time, his whispered words carried a weight they hadn’t before. He murmured something unexpected, something that would have shocked anyone who heard. He didn’t know that just outside the room, a shadow lurked, silently observing, ears straining to catch every word. The night-shift nurse, who had grown used to his daily visits and loving whispers, was startled by the change in his demeanor, her curiosity piqued.
