Reluctantly, Evelyn let go of her son's tiny hand. Her fingers didn't want to move, but her muscles had no choice.
Axel followed, silent as a shadow.
They walked side by side without a word, the kind of silence that felt less comforting and more like a contest of silence.
By the time they reached the VIP ward, Evelyn was tempted to fake a sneeze, anything to break the tension and the awkwardness of sharing the same room with Axel.
Axel, of course, didn't notice Evelyn's awkwardness. Or maybe he did and simply didn't care.
He settled onto the sofa with his iPad, posture perfect, expression unreadable, like this whole hospital stay was just another business meeting.
Evelyn, on the other hand, was pacing in the small living room area, and her eyes stayed fixed on the door. Impatiently waiting for the nurse to wheel Oliver in.
