Chapter 43

The next morning arrived faster than Nyssa expected. The gentle knock on her hospital room door stirred her from sleep, and she blinked awake to see the faint golden light of dawn slipping past the curtains.

Dr. Thorne entered with a clipboard in hand, his expression professional but kind. “Good morning, Nyssa. How are you feeling today?”

“A little tired, but much better,” she answered truthfully,