excellent icon choice :D
It was only just pre-dawn when the hotel room was filled with the sound of Beyonce's Halo and the flashing on and off of Libera's phone screen. Sometime in the night Honos had shifted to wrap an arm around her from behind - or Libera had shifted back to be in his arms - and she untangled herself now and got up to grab the phone.
Outside the window the sky was turning to a dark indigo as the sun struggled to rejoin the world, and Libera stood in front of it listening to the nurse on the phone and speaking very quietly, "no, of course, thank you. Thank you for calling."
She hung up the phone and she knew that in the bed behind her Honos was awake and waiting. She could almost feels his eyes on her back. So, without turning, she softly said, "she's gone."