Chapter 27: Do I Really Have Feelings For…?
Ines was discharged, and they were able to go home.
The car ride home felt a bit too quiet.
Ines stared out the window, watching the city lights past as Raphael drove with one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other resting against his lips.
His jaw was tight, his usual confident aura laced with something else—frustration? Worry? She couldn't tell.
Her body ached in more places than she could count, and her broken arm throbbed every time the car hit a bump.
But none of that compared to the exhaustion weighing on her chest.
She felt like a stranger in her own life, caught between the person she used to be and the one she was trying to become.
When they pulled up to the house, Ines was surprised to find a woman waiting outside.
She was middle-aged, dressed in a neat uniform, her dark hair pinned into a bun.
Raphael parked the car and turned to Ines.
