Chapter 93 Izara's Waiting

• Huxley was on the floor hunched over, his face buried in his trembling hands. The sterile, antiseptic scent of the hospital seemed incongruent with the storm of emotions raging inside him.
• Huxley remembered the countless times he had held Zora's hand. Now he couldn't even touch her. She had been the light of his life, his confidante. Now, that light had been extinguished, leaving him in a world that seemed cold and unfamiliar.
• As tears streamed down his cheeks, Huxley's mind played a montage of memories: Zora's laughter echoing in the backyard, her fights with him for bike rides, and many more. The weight of her absence settled heavily on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.