Chapter 82

|| SANCIA'S POV || The waiting room outside the operation theater felt like a void, silent except for the occasional shuffle of nurses and the muted beeping of monitors down the hall. I sat on the edge of a hard plastic chair, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, fingers gripping each other so hard they ached. I couldn’t bring myself to relax. Every second felt like an eternity, stretching out as if time itself was taunting me.