Chapter 36: The Echo of “Why Henrick?”
It had been a year and six months since Tiania Thamaris fell into her deep sleep, sixteen months of whispered stories, countless prayers, and endless hope. The world outside Hanarory Medical held its breath for her, but within those sterile walls, time took on a surreal quality. A single moment could stretch into an eternity; then another would vanish like a flame in the wind.
Henrick Freeman had built his world around her bedside. He’d uprooted business schedules, sold off neglected properties, and even vacated their home, converting their master bedroom into the most private hospital suite in the building. Doctors, specialists, and therapists had come and gone, some promising breakthroughs, others quietly expressing concern.
For months, he endured:
Frustrating dead ends: medical alarms that turned out to be faulty, promising small responses that never blossomed, days of hope turned into crushing emptiness.
