Chapter 4 - Ethan Sees Olivia Bennett After Nine Long Devastating Years
The SUV pulled sharply into the cramped, dimly lit parking lot of St. Jude’s Hospice Facility in deep Brooklyn.
Ethan rushed inside, holding Lucy’s hand tightly as they sprinted past the quiet front reception desk down a narrow, sterile hallway.
They stopped outside Room 104, where the soft, rhythmic hum of a heart monitor echoed through the partially open wooden door.
Ethan took a deep, shuddering breath, his heart pounding so hard against his ribs he felt like he was suffocating.
He pushed the door open slowly, stepping into the small room bathed in the gentle amber glow of a single bedside lamp.
Lying on the narrow bed was Olivia Bennett, pale, fragile, and thin, her dark curls resting loosely against sterile white pillows.
Nine years of sorrow, separation, and stolen time seemed to evaporate in a single second as her eyes fluttered open.
“Ethan...?” Olivia’s voice was barely a whisper, a faint breath of air that cut through Ethan’s soul like a razor blade.
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Ethan dropped to his knees beside her bed, burying his face in her small, frail hand, weeping tears he had held back for a decade.
“I’m here, Liv... I’m right here. I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry I didn't know,” Ethan sobbed, kissing her cold knuckles repeatedly.
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