I had no idea about the chaos back in Belmor Town. All I could feel was the quiet shift in my heart as Jonathan's steady presence filled my days.
When Gabriel's plane touched down, it was noon here. His lips were chapped, stubble darkening his jaw, dark circles under his eyes—he clearly hadn't slept a wink. He'd tracked my hospital schedule and was waiting on a bench outside, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst.
But as the moment to see me drew closer, panic set in. His clothes were rumpled, his face haggard. I was already mad at him—would seeing me like this make it worse?
All that worry vanished the second he saw me step out of the hospital. The wind tugged at my hair, and I looked thinner, fragile, like a strong gust could break me. When I glanced his way, surprise
