My mother rushed toward me with urgency.
Ryan and his mother hurried over as well, but something about their reactions struck me. It wasn’t concern on their faces—it was tension, almost as if my sudden collapse had interrupted plans they weren’t prepared to change.
Within minutes, an ambulance arrived. It felt strangely fast, as though the moment had been expected.
As the medics transferred me onto the stretcher, Ryan’s mother stepped forward.
“She should come with us to our family clinic,” she said quickly. “They’ll take excellent care of her.”
My mother immediately shook her head. “I’m going with her.”
Something unsettled moved through me at that single word—clinic.
My mother climbed into the ambulance before anyone could object.
As the doors closed, I saw Ryan and his mother standing on the hotel steps, their expressions tight and unreadable.
The Ride That Revealed Everything
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