Chapter 25
Four days had passed since I walked out of the hospital and into Cole’s apartment.
The worst of the weakness had eased. I could stand without the room tilting and walk to the kitchen without holding the wall. The power under my skin stayed quiet most of the time, only stirring when I pushed myself too hard. I slept more than I had in weeks. The locked door and the simple routine of the apartment made it possible.
Cole kept his word. He did not ask questions I could not answer. He left food in the fridge and clean towels in the bathroom. Some days he was gone from early morning until late at night. Other days he worked from the small desk in the living room and the quiet sound of his keyboard became part of the background.
That afternoon he came home earlier than usual with a
