m going to need to ask you all to step outside for a moment.”
The air in the room shifted instantly.
At first, no one moved.
Diego let out a small, awkward laugh, like a man trying to brush off a misunderstanding.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, tightening his grip on Allison’s hand.
The doctor didn’t answer immediately.
That was the first crack.
Because doctors—especially in places like this, where money bought comfort and reassurance—always answered right away when everything was fine.
But she didn’t.
She just looked at the screen again.
