47. Shadows of the Unknown
The hours felt like days as Elijah sat in the sterile waiting room, the cold, hard chair doing nothing to distract him from the storm raging inside. His elbows rested on his knees, head in his hands, as he replayed every moment from that morning. Sophia had been fine—smiling, teasing him about his serious mood—and now she was lying in surgery, fighting for her life. His heart twisted painfully.

"Why her?" he muttered under his breath, the words almost a growl. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white.

"Whoever did this... they won't survive."

The thought of someone deliberately harming Sophia only fueled the fire that was burning in his chest. He was known for being calm under pressure, but this—this had broken him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. His anger boiled, barely contained beneath the surface.

Just then, the doctor walked through the double doors, her expression unreadable. Elijah’s heart jumped into his throat as he stood, his eyes locked on her face.

“How is she
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