A few weeks passed faster than Dora expected it to. Days blended into each other in a calm, almost routine way that felt strange compared to everything she had gone through earlier.
Tests were quietly done with no fuss—blood work, simple scans, and routine checks that Dante insisted on but didn't personally attend. What surprised her the most was that none of these procedures came with the restrictions she had feared.
Her movements were not limited. No one tried to confine her to the house. If anything, she was encouraged to move around, to get fresh air, to continue her life normally.
The only thing that changed was her security. It doubled. She now had two guards with her at almost all times, men who acted like shadows and barely spoke unless spoken to. She thought it would bother her, but after the chaos of the past weeks, their presence actually made her feel safer. They were alert in a way she wasn't used to, scanning rooms, doorways, and people without needing to be told.
