The doctor reassured me, his tone gentle but firm, that everything had been handled cleanly. He told me to rest well in the coming days.
"Where is your family? Weren’t there people who brought you here earlier? Why is no one with you now?"
His words hit me like a cold wind. My heart felt hollow, a gaping void where the family had once been.
My father had vanished without a trace. My mother had remarried. And then there was Cohen…
I had once believed that Cohen would be my family forever, but now, even that was a lie.
"May I borrow your phone?"
The doctor’s voice snapped me from my thoughts.
He asked the nurse to hand me a phone, and I took it, feeling a flicker of confidence rise within me.
Years ago, I had sent my artwork drafts to a prestigious school abroad, and they had offered me a place. One professor had even asked to see more of my work, making me feel as though I could prove my worth.
Once everything was finalized, I was free to report to the university and finally begin my studies abroad.
"Hello, I just wanted to confirm if you’ve received the manuscript I sent?"