Anthony left the meeting, his thoughts clouded with uncertainty. The weight of the conversation with Nathan and the men lingered heavily in his mind. He had just stepped into a world he wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of. The pressure was immense, and he didn't know if he could keep up with their demands. As he walked to his car, he rubbed his forehead, feeling the exhaustion creep over him. He slid into the driver's seat and closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a long sigh.
Should he go back to the hospital to be with Claire? He wanted to, but his energy was drained. The thought of facing her, feeling her searching gaze on him, seemed too much to bear right now. Claire was sharp, and she'd easily sense something was off with him. He didn't have the strength to hide what he was feeling or explain why he was so distracted. The meeting had taken longer than he expected, and his mind was racing with the implications of everything he had just heard.
