The evening at Pearl Villa felt different.
Quieter.
Heavier.
As if the house itself understood that something had changed.
The gates slowly opened.
An ambulance entered first.
Its white body reflecting the dimming sky.
Behind it, a carrier truck rolled in.
And then
Miles' car followed, coming to a steady stop.
The sound of engines fading left behind an unusual silence.
Monica and Silvey stepped out from the villa, their expressions shifting as they took in the scene.
"What is happening…"
Silvey whispered.
The back doors of the carrier truck opened.
A medical bed was carefully brought down.
Wheels locked.
Hands steady.
Professionals moving with precision.
Then
The ambulance doors opened.
Timothy Sterling.
Still.
Unmoving.
Sleeping.
The hospital staff carefully transferred him onto the bed.
Every movement controlled.
Every second careful.
Daniel and Elena followed closely behind.
Not letting him out of their sight even for a moment.
