The day of Charles's follow-up examination went smoothly.
The doctor said his recovery was excellent, and he only needed to come back for a checkup once every six months from now on.
Charles was as happy as a child, tugging at Isabelle's hand: "Let's have a feast to celebrate!"
Isabelle smiled and agreed, "Okay, anything you want."
That evening, Charles ate a lot, his eyes curving into happy crescents when he smiled.
Isabelle looked at him, but a vague sense of unease tugged at her, and she could not explain why.
That night, she had a dream. It was incredibly vivid, so vivid it might as well have been real.
She dreamed she was in a bar, had drunk far too much, and everything before her eyes was blurred.
Someone held her up, and she smelled a familiar scent on their body.
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