After they arrived at the hospital for their shifts, Mary's fingers trembled slightly as she dialed Tim's number, her mind racing with worry and anticipation. After a few rings, he answered, his voice strained with exhaustion.
"Tim? It's Mary," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
"Hey, Aunt Mary," Tim replied, his tone weary. "How are you?"
Mary hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I'm... I'm okay. How are you?" she said.
After a short break, Tim replied, “I am exhausted as Azriel is relentless these days, but I can’t disclose the reason.”
Mary glanced around the bustling hospital corridor, then lowered her voice. "Can we meet? There's a coffee shop across from the hospital. Can you be there in an hour?"
“I really don’t have time, A
