Margret's Pov

It was evening already.

The door clicked shut behind Elias and the doctor. I watched the shadow of their feet disappear from under the door frame. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor.

Aunt Claudia was still sitting there, beside me, making sure I'm okay. She didn't need to leave.

"I wish I could have brought you some soup, Margaret," she said softly, her voice dropped with care. "But the doctor said you aren't due to eat yet. Not until your stomach settles."

"I'm not hungry, Auntie," I replied, my voice flat. I didn't need food. I needed information....