Chương 82: Fools will be cruel 2

IMOGEN'S POV

I returned to the hospital, my mind still reeling from the conversation with Elijah's father. The sterile corridors seemed even colder than before, the harsh fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on the polished floors. As I approached Elijah's room, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as I entered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Elijah turned his head towards me, his eyes sunken and tired. "Better," he replied weakly, attempting a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

I sat down in the chair beside his bed, my hands fidgeting in my lap. The weight of what I knew pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Elijah," I began, my voice trembling slightly, "I know about your father."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I know he's dying," I said, the words hanging heavy in the air between us.