Lily and James stepped out of the hospital together, the late afternoon sun casting a gentle glow on the sidewalk. James held one of the printouts in his hand, his grip firm yet relaxed, while his other hand rested lightly on Lily's lower back, guiding her as they made their way toward the waiting car.
The driver, a familiar and discreet man, straightened slightly as they approached, opening the door with a courteous nod. James leaned in to speak to him, his voice low and precise. The shopkeeper, seated in the front seat, turned briefly to glance at Lily before nodding in acknowledgment, understanding the unspoken instructions.
Lily met the man's gaze briefly, her own soft smile appearing as she returned the gesture. Without a word, she followed James into the car, the door clicking shut behind her.