Inside the bedroom, Celina lay on the bed, clutching her pillow as if she could hide from reality. Tears streamed freely down her face when she heard Thor’s voice on the other side of the door, pleading to come in.

“Love… please, open the door,” he said, his voice steady yet laced with urgency. “It’s me, Thor. I just want to be with you. You don’t have to say anything… just let me stay there with you.”

Silence answered him from the other side. But he knew she was there. And he wasn’t leaving. He’d wait as long as it took.

He pressed his forehead against the wooden door, eyes closed.

“I love you, Celina. Please, open the door, my love…”

After a while, he knocked again—softly, gently.

“Love, please open up… let me be with you.”

No answer.

“Celina, talk to me. I’m right here, my love. Please, don’t shut yourself away like this.”

Still nothing.

The door stayed closed. Thor leaned against it, frustration and fear weighing on his chest. Then Zoe appeared in the hallway, her expression tight