Aurora thought she was overthinking—until one evening when Olivia sat beside her, her expression clouded with worry.
"Aurora," Olivia murmured, brushing a stray hair from Aurora's forehead. "Alex has been avoiding us."
Aurora, though unable to respond, felt her chest tighten.
"He was always distant, but now... it's different," Olivia continued.
"At first, I thought he was just busy, but even when I try to contact him, he only responds with vague answers."
Silence filled the room.
Olivia exhaled, frustration flickering in her eyes.
"Something's wrong, Aurora. I know it."
Aurora wanted to shake Olivia, to tell her to go find Alex immediately, but all she could do was listen in silence.
Another week passed. Alex didn't show up once.
Then, one night, Emily rushed into Aurora's hospital room, her face pale.
"Olivia!" she called, her voice urgent.
Olivia, who had been dozing off in the chair, jolted awake. "What is it?"
