Zinnia stood in James's hospital room for a moment longer, feeling the weight of unanswered questions pressing down on her. His calm demeanor did little to ease her worry. She sighed, realizing she wouldn't get the clarity she needed here.
"I'm glad you're doing better, James," she said, managing a small, strained smile. "Take care of yourself."
James returned her smile, though it was tinged with concern. "Thanks, Zinnia. And I hope you find the answers you're looking for. If I hear anything, I'll let you know."
She nodded, gripping the strap of her bag tightly as she turned to leave. The hallway outside felt colder, emptier than before. Her footsteps echoed softly as she made her way back to her father's room, her thoughts a tangled mess of worry for Samuel, frustration at the lack of answers, and the ever-present concern for her father.
