The hospital corridor had grown quieter as the crowd of reporters slowly dispersed.
Away from the noise, Katherine and Anna sat on a bench near the end of the hallway. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, while the distant beeping of medical machines echoed faintly through the walls.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Katherine leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees, her hands tightly clasped together.
"I still don't believe Dad would do this to himself," she finally said, her voice firm despite the exhaustion in her eyes. "I met him recently, Anna. He seemed completely normal."
Her mind kept replaying that meeting.
Hugo had spoken about business matters, about small family discussions, even about dinner plans for the coming week. There had been nothing unusual in his tone.
No sadness.
No despair.
Nothing that suggested he was on the verge of destroying himself.
