Kiara’s pulse raced as she and Becky hurried back into the clinic, her heart pounding with mounting dread. Kiara wandered through the empty halls, her voice echoing in the sterile silence as she called out for Luna.
Each unanswered call eroded her hope, replacing it with a growing, gnawing sense of desperation. The quiet of the clinic pressed in on her, amplifying the anxious thudding of her heart as she moved through the deserted corridors, determined yet increasingly afraid.