Theresa.
I woke to the quiet, rhythmic humming of the monitors surrounding me, their steady beeping filling the room with a strangely calming rhythm.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the heavy pressure that had been sitting on my chest seemed to lift, leaving behind a faint sense of relief.
My eyelids fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the brightness around me. As my vision gradually cleared, the first thing I noticed was the three familiar figures standing right beside my bed.
Leonard, Lawrence, and Lurgard.
But they weren't smiling anymore.
The teasing expressions I had grown accustomed to seeing on their faces were completely gone. There were no lighthearted chuckles, no smug amusement, and none of the playful confidence they usually carried so effortlessly.
Instead, all three of them looked thoroughly beaten down, as though the weight of guilt had finally settled heavily upon their shoulders.
