The hospital corridor hums with an anxious energy, punctuated by the occasional sob that echoes off the sterile walls. Older ladies cluster together, their faces etched with worry, their eyes red-rimmed from tears shed and those yet to come. Each step down the corridor feels heavy, laden with the weight of impending tragedy.

In one corner, the girls huddle together, their heads bowed in silent prayer. They cling to each other for support, their trembling hands offering little solace against the looming uncertainty. An anguished cry pierces through the sombre atmosphere, her voice carrying the weight of their worst nightmare.