Caitlyn’s POV
The past few days had been a haze of slow recovery and unspoken words. Raymond was still healing, though his stubbornness made him a difficult patient. More than once, I had caught him trying to move around the house when he should have been resting. His pride wouldn’t allow him to admit weakness, even when his body screamed for respite. I had to scold him—sometimes gently, sometimes with more force—but it never fully stopped him.
Kane and Jane had settled into our lives in a way that felt both unexpected and inevitable. Their presence filled the space between us with laughter and warmth. Jane’s boundless energy and innocent questions often made even the most serious moments feel lighter, while Kane’s quiet, watchful nature reminded me of Raymond in ways neither of them wou
