The Wrong Woman

Half an hour later, Sienna saw Shelly return to the ward, but Daniel was nowhere in sight. She felt a pang of disappointment.

Shelly comforted her, explaining, "Daniel just got called in for an urgent task, so he went to the police station."

Sienna managed a faint smile and let out a soft hum in response. She understood the demands of Daniel's job. Even so, the way he left without a word made her feel somewhat disheartened. Shelly smiled warmly as she unpacked the food. "I got your favorite ravioli for you."

"Thanks, Mom," Sienna replied, sitting up and noticing Felix engrossed in a game on the couch.

Sometimes, Sienna couldn't help but envy Felix. How could he remain so carefree and untouched by the weight of responsibility or pressure?

Even on the most challenging days, he seemed to float through life without a worry in the world.

Approaching Sienna with the ravioli, Shelly said softly, "Let me feed you."

"It's okay," Sienna replied, mustering a helpless smile as she took the take-out box from her mother. "Mom, I'm not seriously injured. I can manage on my own."

across from Sienna. She gazed

Felix

of the night, she noticed he was still at it. She glanced at her phone

streamed through the dense foliage outside.

Sienna and determined her injuries weren't as serious, she was

on her phone, a

been swamped lately.

matters. I'll manage.

were no further exchanges since

her body slowly faded. She felt a bit stronger with each passing day. However, Daniel remained engulfed in his work, not bothering to

rain drizzled down. The sky was clear, and the air was crisp. The streets were glistened with moisture, and even the gentle breeze carried

and zipped from her place

her own hands. Even a short glimpse of him would make