Zinnia was pacing the hospital hallway when her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Samuel's name. Without hesitation, she answered.
"Sam? How are you? What's going on? Are you okay?" she asked in a rush, her voice filled with concern. She gripped the phone tightly, waiting for his response.
There was a pause on the other end, just a few seconds of silence, but it felt like an eternity to Zinnia. She could hear Samuel's faint sigh before he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry, Zia," he began, his voice soft and strained. "I ended up making you worry." Another pause. "And I'm sorry… but we need to postpone our wedding."
Zinnia froze. Her breath caught in her throat as she processed his words. "Postpone?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.
