CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

NADIA

Finally, there is someone who cares!

The nurse had walked into my room that morning, smiling brightly. I noticed that she had a gorgeous flower in her hand. Its petals were a vibrant shade of pink, and they seemed to shine under the soft hospital lights. At once, I wished she had brought it for me. The thought of receiving something so beautiful made me feel giddy, even though I was stuck in this bed, battling a relentless headache.

As she approached, her smile widened. “Good morning, Nadia!,” she greeted me cheerfully.

“Good morning,” I replied, forcing a smile despite the heaviness in my head.

“How are...