Cheryl's POV
A week had passed since I was discharged from the hospital. The bruises had faded, the headaches had dulled, and the stitches had been removed. A small bandage still clung to my forehead, but it didn’t matter. Physically, I was fine.
Emotionally? That was a whole different story.
I was staying at Aunt Marge’s house for now, a temporary arrangement while I figured out what was next. The past few days had been a whirlwind of job applications, house hunting, and scrolling through online listings for apartments I wasn’t even sure I could afford. It was exhausting, but none of it occupied my mind as much as him.
Aiden Scott.
I hadn’t heard from him since the night he stormed out of my hospital room. The funeral had taken place while I was still in recovery, and since then—noth
