Chapter 94

Miguel POV

I stood frozen at the doorway, watching as the nurses worked over Diego with practiced precision. The room felt too bright now, the sterile white lights almost blinding after the darkness we'd been trapped in. Machines beeped quietly as they secured him on life support—tubes, wires, and screens forming a fragile connection between life and whatever came after.

The rhythmic hiss of the ventilator filled the silence.

Isabel and Marissa sat in the corner, speaking in hushed voices. Their words were low, but the tension in the room made them echo louder than they should have.

"He's been through so much," Isabel whispered, her voice strained.

Marissa nodded, leaning back against the wall with arms folded. "Yeah. All this time... searching for his brother. Only to find him like this? And Gideon—"

"That name," Isabel muttered, clenching her fists. "He's haunted us for too long. Every time we think we're safe, he finds a way back."