My husband

The medical director asked for the room number from the nurse and led them.

As they followed the medical director through the maze of sterile hallways, Abby's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Remo walked by her side, his hand rested reassuringly on Abby's back, a silent gesture of support.

The medical director, eager to distance himself from the tension, gestured toward the door.

"Mr. Alfonso, Miss, your father is right inside. I hope everything is in order now."

Remo gave a curt nod, his eyes never leaving the medical director's face.

"Ensure it stays that way. You can go."

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything else."

The medical director hastily retreated, leaving the family outside the door. Abby took a deep breath, her hand gripping Remo's for support.