Me as a little girl, sitting on his shoulders, laughing without a care in the world.
"Dad…"
My mouth opened. No sound came out.
All the blood in my body seemed to rush backward. The world tilted.
The nurses stopped when they saw me. Their eyes filled with sympathy.
"Dr. Winfield… our condolences."
"We did everything we could… if the surgery had been just a little earlier…"
I couldn't hear the rest.
The world spun. My legs buckled. I dropped hard onto the cold tile floor.
My forehead hit the ground with a dull thud.
Blood ran down my brow, smearing across my eyes.
But I felt no pain.
My heart was already dead.
I knelt there, forehead pressed to the floor, like a sculpture that had lost its soul.
No crying. No screaming.
Only endless emptiness.
Two hours later.
My phone rang again.
Adrian, calling back.
I picked up mechanically, my movements slow like a rusted machine.
"Hello?"
His voice was light. Happy. Still slightly breathless.
"It was too noisy at the arcade earlier. Didn't hear you."
"What's wrong? You called so many times."
"Did you come to your senses and want to apologize?"
He seemed to be in a great mood—even cracked a rare joke.
"If you're sincere about it, I might bring you breakfast."
I held the phone, listening to the wind on his end.
Staring at the morgue's cold iron door in front of me.
I tugged at the corner of my mouth, my expression strange.
"Adrian, no need."
My voice was calm in a terrifying way, like a pool of dead water, without the slightest ripple.
He froze, clearly not expecting this reaction from me.
"What do you mean no need? The surgery?"
"Yes, no surgery."
I looked at the bloodstained photo in my hand and said each word slowly.
"Because he's already in the morgue."
On the other end of the phone, there was a deathly silence.
I took a deep breath and, in the gentlest voice, said the cruelest words.
"At the exact second you caught that rabbit for Lily, he was gone."
"Adrian, congratulations."
Snap.
From the other end came the sound of a phone dropping to the floor.
