Chapter Fifty Three: Unbearable Shift

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Alessia sat in the hospital chair, her knee bouncing anxiously, the faint smell of antiseptic filling her nose

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Alessia sat in the hospital chair, her knee bouncing anxiously, the faint smell of antiseptic filling her nose. Riley was next to her, quiet but present, his hand resting lightly on the arm of her chair. She hadn't moved in what felt like hours, her eyes trained on the swinging doors that led to the ICU, waiting for any news.

The seconds stretched into what felt like hours.

Finally, a nurse emerged, her expression solemn as she approached. Alessia's heart dropped. Her entire body went cold. She stood, her legs shaky, gripping the edge of the chair for support.

"Are you here for Isabella Parker?" the nurse asked softly.

"Yes," Alessia whispered, her voice barely audible. She could already feel the truth before the nurse said a word. It was written all over her face.

"I'm sorry," the nurse said, her tone heavy with sorrow. "She passed away a few minutes ago."

The words hit Alessia like a punch to the gut. Her knees buckled, and she reached out for something—anything—to hold on to, but there was nothing. Nothing except the crushing weight of those words.

"She... she can't be—" Alessia's voice cracked. "No, no, no, please..." Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as the reality of it hit her. Isabella was gone.

Riley stood up beside her, his arm slipping around her shoulders for support, but it wasn't enough to stop the flood of emotions that crashed through her. Alessia clutched her chest, sobs tearing from her throat as she shook her head, unable to process it, unable to accept it.

"No, she was fine... she was fine..." Alessia sobbed, her voice broken. Her vision blurred as more tears fell, hot and relentless. Her knees gave way, and Riley was there, catching her, holding her up as she crumbled.

She clung to him, the weight of her grief too much to bear alone. Her body shook with the force of her sobs, and the world around her dissolved into a haze of sorrow.

Isabella was gone.

And nothing would ever be the same.

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