Chapter 35: The Breath Between Worlds
Six months.
That’s how long Tiania Thamaris had been asleep.
Not dead. Not entirely gone. But suspended in something beyond comprehension, like she stood at the edge of a vast ocean, watching waves rise and fall behind closed lids.
Outside her mind, life continued.
Inside, it waited.
Henrick Freeman’s world was reduced to sterile hallways and machines that hummed too calmly for the storm inside his chest.
The day Tiania’s heart had nearly stopped, thirty-eight hours ago, before he was told that Tiania’s heart machine had suddenly gone down, he had signed the transfer papers himself. Hanarory Private Medical Center had the best care money could buy, but Henrick wanted more.
So, he bought it.
He acquired the hospital in the space of six months.
