Earlier that day, before the fire broke out at the cafe…

Rajat walked briskly down the hospital corridor, irritation written all over his face. He had been on his way to the office after Isha’s call when the senior doctor had summoned him. Something about an important matter they needed to discuss in person. Normally, Rajat would’ve brushed it off—he hated hospitals, hated wasting time. But the tone in the doctor’s voice hadn’t sounded like something to ignore.