Liora’s POV
The moment I hung up the phone, panic swallowed every rational thought I had. My hands were shaking before I even realized I was moving. My laptop was still open, files half-saved, a cup of tea cooling beside my desk, but all of it blurred together, meaningless. I grabbed my keys, barely remembering to turn off the office lights as I sprinted for the elevator. My chest hurt. Not from running, but from fear. The kind that doesn’t come in waves, but all at once, sharp, suffocating, total.
Grandfather collapsed.
Hospital.
Unconscious.
The words echoed like a drumbeat. I didn’t even notice the way people stared as I stumbled through the lobby. I didn’t care. The world had narrowed to one desperate objective: get there in time. Outside, the air was cool, but I could
