Eisley lay on her back, eyes fixed on the stark white ceiling, her mind reeling from the news of Cecily's demise. The room felt like it was closing in on her, each breath a struggle against the weight of disbelief.
A gentle tap on her shoulder pulled her back to the present. She turned her head to see Mr. Nolan sitting beside her, his expression a mix of concern and kindness.
"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" he asked softly.
Eisley blinked away tears, her vision blurring. "Where's Irwin?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
Before Mr. Nolan could respond, the door creaked open, and Irwin entered, a small white bag in hand. His eyes immediately found hers, narrowing with worry. With Nolan's gentle assistance, she sat up, her movements slow and deliberate. As their eyes met, Irwin moved swiftly to her side.
