Leila POV:
The days passed quietly, almost eerily so, as I went about the hospital without seeing a trace of Drake. A whole week, and not once did I catch even a glimpse of him. The silence left an ache, but it also brought relief. I no longer had to brace myself every time the door opened or look over my shoulder, wondering if he would come striding in with that icy look of betrayal in his eyes.
Without his presence, the air felt different, lighter yet tinged with an emptiness I couldn't quite shake. There was no rush of footsteps, no low murmurs of his voice in the hallways. Part of me still felt like I was looking over my shoulder, half-expecting him to appear, to confront me again. But every time it wasn't him.
