Jessica stood for a while outside the hospital ward, her thoughts spiraling as countless memories from the past surfaced and tangled within her mind.
Her arms hung loosely by her sides, her eyes closed, brow furrowed in deep contemplation.
Inside the ward, Davis waited patiently, expecting her to return any minute. When several minutes passed without her return, he turned toward his grandfather.
"Grandpa, all things being equal, we'll be leaving now. We'll visit again soon," Davis said, his voice steady but faintly tired.
The old man nodded slowly, a weary smile forming on his lips. He was grateful—immensely grateful—that after all the rumors and assumptions of their deaths following the accident, they had returned alive and together.
Still, a part of him sensed something more. Davis and Jessica had never fully explained what happened. Even when he asked, Davis would only say, "That's in the past."
