Evelyn's POV
I hesitated. “But I should stay—”
“It’s all right,” she interrupted, her tone calm yet firm. “I need to rest anyway, and you don’t have to sit here watching over me. There’s a call button by the bed—if anything happens, the nurses will come.”
I still wasn’t convinced. “What if they don’t hear it—”
“The caregiver I arranged has already arrived.”
Julian spoke then, his voice quiet but definitive.
He didn’t elaborate, but he didn’t need to; the meaning was clear—everything had already been handled.
I looked back at Laurel.
She was watching me with that familiar expression—the one that said, gently but unmistakably, you don’t have to be strong all the time.
And with Julian having already arranged a caregiver… the truth was, my mind felt like a shoreline that had just been
