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    They believed their actions had inadvertently led to Norah’s ident.


    But Norah had never held them responsible. She had made her choices knowingly and harbored no regrets.


    “That’s good to hear. If anything bothers you, let me know immediately. I don’t want to see you in trouble,” Norah insisted. She couldn’t bear the thought of anyone close to her suffering because of her.


    “I will, Norah,” Susanna assured her. Then, she opened her mouth to share the recent developments in her life with Norah.


    “Norah is exhausted. We’ll reminisce another time,” Joanna interjected. She had just finished making the bed and now guided Susanna out by the shoulders. “Norah, you should rest now. We’lle backter.”


    Norah nodded in agreement, feeling very tired.


    She drifted into a brief dream.


    In it, she had lost her memory and was clinging to her fiancé, fearing he might vanish.


    Then, a middle-aged woman arrived at the vi. Dressed in a khaki trench coat, she looked both capable and elegant. “Hello, Nora. I’m Amy Johnson. You can call me Amy,” the woman had said.


    Amy had cared for her well, and she naively believed they would always be together.


    During the chaos of the car ident, Amy had used her body to shield her.


    “Live well,” Amy had whispered into her ear, her voice crystal clear.


    Norah awoke from the dream in tears, noticing a damp spot on the white pillow—evidence of her sorrow.


    The soft glow of the nightlight filled the hospital room, creating aforting, warm atmosphere. Trudy was sitting beside the bed.


    Norah moved slightly, and Trudy, who had been dozing, blinked awake.


    “Norah, you’re awake.”


    Before Norah could reply, Trudy quickly informed her husband, who was waiting outside. “Gil, Norah is awake.”


    After she closed the door, Trudy added, “They’ve gone to grab some food and aren’t back yet. Gil and I have been here the whole time.”


    Gil moved around Norah, checking the medical equipment and the needle on the back of her hand. “Oil, Trudy.”


    Noticing the rity in Norah’s eyes, Gil expertly adjusted the bed to raise it slightly.


    “Norah, I should update you on your condition first…”


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