On the other side.
Alden General Hospital.
Vivienne was getting her wounds dressed while Tyler sat alone in the hospital corridor, waiting.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast a cold, sterile glow.
He slumped in a plastic chair, staring up at the pale ceiling tiles.
Too much had happened today; his mind was a mess.
Images of Emilia kept flashing before his eyes—memories from all those years, every moment they'd shared, and recently, the way she had become Serena.
Her tears, those eyes of hers—they tore at his heart.
But in the end, what overwhelmed everything else was the sight of Vivienne’s wrist, slick with blood.
That was on him.
A tangle of emotions surfaced, and a crushing sense of helplessness closed in.
He had no idea how to make things right for everyone.
Tyler shut his eyes in pain.
What finally made him open them again was an angry voice, gravelly with age—
“Tyler!”
He looked up to find his grandfather’s furious face glaring down at him.
“Grandpa,” Tyler murmured.
“You idiot!” Parker snapped, voice echoing down the corridor. “Why are you sitting here instead of looking for Emily?”
Tyler didn’t know how to respond. He just stared back at Parker, exhausted.
Parker grew even more frustrated at the sight of him.
People bustled back and forth around them, so Parker barked, “Come with me!”
Tyler pressed a hand to the wall and hauled himself up, trailing after Parker and his cane.
They walked in silence.
Eventually, they reached a quiet stairwell.
Parker gripped his cane, Dailey steadying him on one side. Tyler’s grandmother was there too, her gaze fixed on him.
Tyler glanced at her, lost.
Walk away from him?
He saw once again the calm, distant look in Emilia’s eyes—the way she never looked back at him.
He remembered her silhouette as she walked out of city hall with their divorce papers in hand.
Would she really leave him?
His fists clenched, and suddenly, for the first time, he wasn’t sure.
“Your grandmother’s talking to you—did you not hear her?” Parker was fuming.
He pulled out his phone, found Emilia’s number, and shoved the phone at Tyler.
“Call her. Right now. Tell her you’re done with Vivienne, and that you’re coming to see her!”
Tyler just stared at Emilia’s name on the screen.
“Did you hear me?”
His fists trembled as he gripped the phone.

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