"Your car is still at the park. I'll get someone to drive it to this place later in the day," Trevor said in his usual calm tone, his hand already reaching for the car door handle as they approached his sleek black car parked outside the hospital.
Freya turned her tired gaze toward him, the overhead lights of the parking lot casting shadows across her face. The events of the past few hours had weighed her down like stones in her chest, and though her limbs moved, her thoughts lagged behind, jumbled and heavy.
"Thank you," She murmured, her voice low but sincere. She moved toward the car, the leather seats gleaming softly under the hospital lights. Sliding into the passenger seat, she leaned her head briefly against the cool window when the door was shut quietly
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