Synopsis

The finality of it settled upon her, a cold weight in the pit of her stomach. A surrender. A giving up. Now, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils, a stark contrast to the chaos that had preceded it. She was moved, a silent procession of figures in white, their faces impassive. Then, a presence. A man, his expression a mixture of disbelief and a raw, aching hope. He stood at the edge of the room, hesitant, as if afraid to shatter the fragile stillness. He was a ghost from an