Chapter 88

ISABELLA

I hesitated for a moment before entering the hospital room. The soft light in the corridors accentuates the pallor of my tense face. With each step, the sound of my own footsteps echoes as a constant reminder of the uncertainty that awaits me. My heart beats irregularly, echoing the anxiety that has been building since my last encounter with my father.

I close my eyes, needing a lot of strength to maintain my composure and not start crying. This is a very difficult situation, and I am struggling with myself at this moment. I opened my eyes before looking at my father.

My father, lying in the hospital bed, seems more fragile than I could have ever imagined. The paleness of his skin contrasts with the tubes and wires connecting him to noisy machines. I can't believe that the man who was once robust and full of life is now at the mercy of human frailty.

Tears well up in my eyes as they fixate on my father's serene face. I approach slowly, feeling the an