POV: Ethan
Tristan’s full healing should’ve felt like relief.
Instead, it felt like the calm after a storm, one that never really ended, it just changed shape.
Because the moment his eyes opened and Chloe launched herself into his arms like she’d been starving for air.
I knew exactly where this was going. It’s going back to the staring, the hovering and fussing over him.
Its going back to the way Chloe watched Tristan like he was the only heartbeat in the room.
Eight days.
Thats how long he’d been out, and for those eight days, I’d been the one standing guard while he lay there broken.
I’d chosen my spot against the wall on purpose. I wanted to be seen. I wanted it to be obvious I was watching.
Not because I cared for show, but because I needed Chloe to remember what it felt li
