Meth the truth

Previously

…“We have each other,” Maria said quietly. “And as long as one of us shows up, someone gets a little hope.” Outside, the emergency room lights threw sharp shadows across the parking lot. David watched families leaving—some relieved, some lost. He couldn’t shake the image of empty chairs, and the question that lingered like the cold in his bones: How long could hope hold before it buckled? In the darkness, the only sound was the quiet shuffle of feet and the low murmur of voices—fragile, but still there. The night pressed on. David stayed, notebook forgotten at his side, as the fight continued one breath, one story, one trembling hand at a time.