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.

His brows furrowed deeply as

"That's exactly what I was about

"Depression?" Quincy echoed, stunned.

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

now that he thought about it, she hadn't been her usual self for a long time. She hadn't raised her voice at him, hadn't demanded. attention the way she used to. She used to be so

everything they had been through, she

him, nearly choking him with its weight. He moved his lips, struggling to speak. "What can

watch her closely, make sure

him had become unstable. His steps felt unsteady, like he could collapse at

him with dread. When he returned to the room, he

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