EMBER’S POV
The corridor goes very quiet.
My next breath catches somewhere in my chest, and a cold stillness settles over me.
“What I can tell you is that today she’s better than she’s been in weeks,” he goes on, gentler. “She’s not cured. Not by any mile, but she is breathing. She’s sitting up, she’s lucid, and she’s already argued with two nurses, which I am choosing to take as a good sign. Maybe this sustains her for a month. Maybe it doesn’t hold through tomorrow. I genuinely don’t know. So if you want my advice, go in there and enjoy the fact that she’s willing to complain about her overly sweetened coffee.”
“Right.” I clear my throat. “Right. Okay.”
He doesn’t leave. He’s looking at me with an odd expression, and then he says, “May I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“How did you ev
