The car moved smooth and fast through the pre-dawn streets. Tires hummed steady and low on the empty pavement. City lights blurred past in vibrant streaks of gold, white, and neon blue.
The SUV cut through the quiet night like a sleek shadow gliding effortless. Inside, the atmosphere hung tense but sharply focused.
Claudia sat straight as a rod, her posture rigid like she was bracing against an invisible wind.
Their eyes were fixed ahead on the winding road, though her thumbs flew across the device without a single pause—coordinating every tiny detail, updating the hospital team on their ETA, confirming the latest vitals and lab results, pulling up scans for quick review.
Her stern expression stayed unchanged from the moment they left, but the faint crease between her brows deepened with every passing second—a silent sign of the worry gnawing at her insides.
