In the quiet hospital room, Tamara’s fingers barely moved.
It was so subtle that, at first, no one noticed.
Not the nurse adjusting the IV.
Not the monitor quietly tracking her weakening pulse.
Not even the world that had already begun to move on without her.
But someone did notice.
Konstantin.
He hadn’t left the hospital.
Not after that meeting.
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