The corridor didn't change much after that, but the outside world did.
By the time they left the hospital, the air felt different. Not quieter, not calmer, just heavier in a way that had nothing to do with traffic or weather. Sharon noticed it first when her phone refused to stay silent for more than a few seconds. Calls stacked on calls, messages layering over each other so fast the notifications blurred together.
She didn't pick up.
Not yet she knew who were talking after all her number was out there for people who wanted to communicate with Dayo through her.
Dayo walked ahead of her toward the car, same pace, same posture, but she could tell his attention wasn't on anything in front of him. His eyes moved, but not with the street. Not with the people passing. He was somewhere else, still inside that moment on the road, still replaying it from angles nobody else could see.
