Astrid sat in the dimly lit hospital morgue, surrounded by the eerie silence of the room.
Her mother's scarf, a soft, comforting reminder of her presence, was clenched tightly in her hands.
Tears streamed down Astrid's face as she stared blankly at the scarf, her mind reeling from the loss.
Maren sat beside her, trying to offer what little comfort she could. She wrapped a gentle arm around Astrid's shoulders, holding her close as Astrid sobbed uncontrollably.
Miles could only stand by their side speechless, he had been trying to reach out to his friend so he would come but his number was unreachable.
Just then, the door opened, and Desmond and Becky entered the room. Miles had told them the news and they rushed her immediately,
Becky's face was etched with concern and heartbreak.
She had just reached out to her best friend and she was making preparations on how to send her out only to hear the terrible news.
