It was only after Lydia came to her senses that she realized she had unconsciously walked toward the window. Her hospital room was on the seventh floor, and the window had no safety bars. Anyone who leaned out too far, with the wrong kind of thoughts, could easily fall to their death. She had unknowingly wandered right up to the edge of something irreversible. But Lydia still felt nothing.

There was no fear, no panic, no relief.

Just emptiness.

She couldn't even remember what she had been thinking or why she had walked to the window in the first place.

Quincy opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated, swallowing his words. Instead, he offered, "Are you hungry?"

"I brought your favorite chicken soup from the restaurant you love, and some soy milk. Try it, see if it still tastes the same."

The aroma of the chicken soup filled the room, steam rising from the bowl. Lydia used to love it. Quincy still remembered, even after all this time.

brows furrowed deeply as he explained what he had just witnessed. Lydia seemed so distant and

as he listened. "That's exactly what I was about to discuss with you.

"Depression?" Quincy echoed, stunned.

or have experienced pregnancy loss. We often see prenatal depression, and postpartum depression. In Lydia's case, losing the baby could have triggered a depressive episode." Quincy was frozen for a moment. It wasn't that he hadn't heard of depression. It just seemed impossible to connect it with Lydia,

hadn't raised her voice at

they had been together, especially after everything they had been through, she

inside him, nearly choking him with its weight. He

to watch her closely, make sure she

office, feeling as if the ground beneath him had become unstable. His steps felt unsteady, like

doctor's words echoed in his mind, filling him with dread. When he returned to the room, he pushed those swirling thoughts aside the moment he saw

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