Chapter 38 A Cold Departure

• A single tear trickled down Joaquin's fingers, its touch a conflicting blend of warmth and chill. Yet, as if burned by the emotion it symbolized, he swiftly withdrew his hand, recoiling as if stung.
• His gaze shifted uncomfortably, only to land on Zayla's hand, which was now oozing blood.
• Joaquin jabbed the button on the wall with cold precision, then turned on his heel, his voice icy as he declared, "I'm out. You can keep company with the hospital walls. And mark your calendar, next Wednesday is our court date."