His tone was rushed. Distracted.
And before she could say another word—
The line disconnected.
The soft beep of the ended call echoed loudly in Amara’s ears.
She stared silently at the phone in her hand. For a second, her heart sank painfully inside her chest. But then—
A small, hesitant smile slowly appeared on her face anyway.
At least he answered this time.
That thought alone was enough for her to hold onto the phone tightly without even realizing it.
So she waited.
Her fingers remained wrapped around the phone as she sat quietly outside the doctor’s office, her breathing soft and uneven.
Minutes passed.
Then more minutes.
Doctors walked past her.
Nurses rushed through the hallways.
Patients’ families whispered nearby.
The clock on the wall ticked endlessly.
But the call never came back.
The tiny smile on her lips slowly faded little by little. Disappointment settled heavily inside her chest. Still, she kept holding the phone in her hand absentmindedly, as though waiting for it to suddenly ring.
“Mrs. Amara Creed?”
The sound of someone calling her name finally pulled her out of her trance.
Amara blinked and slowly looked up.
A nurse stood right in front of her holding several documents against her chest.
Amara quickly rose to her feet and stepped closer.
“We need a few more details filled out,” the nurse explained gently while glancing down at the papers in her hands. “Who should we contact if anything happens during the surgery?”
The words instantly made Amara’s heartbeat drop.
If anything happens?
Her eyes slowly lowered toward the phone still held tightly in her hand.
The screen remained open on Elias’s contact.
Their picture together was still visible on the wallpaper.
A painful ache spread through her chest.
