Emily sat quietly beside Alex's bed, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his hand, her thoughts miles away. The steady rhythm of the machines in the room was the only sound that filled the silence, a constant reminder of the fragile state he was in. She stared at his face, searching for any sign of recognition, any flicker of the man she once knew. Her mind wandered back to the days when they were young, full of dreams and plans for the future. The weight of the present felt unbearable in comparison.
As she sat there, memories of their life together flooded her mind—moments of joy, laughter, and love, now tinged with a sense of loss and longing. She thought about the day's events, the unexpected visit from Lydia and Milo, and the questions they stirred within her. There was something unsettling about their sudden reappearance, and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
