Sylvia's POV
My heart hammered against my ribcage with each step as we headed toward the underground parking garage. Every second felt precious as thoughts of my mother consumed me. The stark hospital lights, the antiseptic smell, the beeping machines—these images haunted my imagination, making my stomach twist with dread.
Caesar walked slightly ahead while Noah kept pace beside me. The tension between them crackled in the air like static electricity, but I couldn't afford to care about their alpha rivalry right now. My mother needed me, and that was all that mattered.
As we approached my SUV, I fumbled with the keys, my usually steady hands betraying my anxiety. Caesar reached out without a word, gently taking the keys from my trembling fingers.
"Let me drive," he said, his
