"Yes," Raymond nodded slowly, his voice reassuring. "You've been doing so much lately, running yourself to the ground. It finally caught up with you. That's all. You just… needed rest."
Her eyes scanned his, as if trying to read between the lines. Trying to see if there was something he wasn't saying.
But his calm expression didn't crack, he didn't want her to carry fear.
Not today.
"You're okay now," he said softly. "That's what matters."
At that moment, Valentina sat silently by the window, watching the raindrops tap gently against the glass. Her eyes didn't blink as much, her fingers tightly gripped the edge of her seat, and her lips pressed into a thin line. She didn't know what was happening to her anymore. Her body felt fine no aches, no fevers but her heart? Her heart was heavy in a way that no amount of rest or calm could fix.
