Taylor POV
The dim light of the hospital room cast soft shadows across Mirabella’s face. She held the moonstone ring in her hand, her fingers tight around it as if it were the one thing anchoring her in the storm that had become her life.
Her dark eyes flickered with emotion—hesitation, confusion, hope. I could feel her walls starting to crack, but she wasn’t ready to let them down completely. Not yet.
“I just need time,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I reached for her hand, brushing my lips gently across her knuckles. “Take all the time you need, Bella,” I murmured, my voice steady. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She stared at me, the weight of everything unsaid lingering between us. After a long silence, she shifted slightly, making room beside her on the bed.
“Will you stay?
