David
Laura’s greenish-hazel eyes glistened with confusion and relief when she saw me standing by Ryan’s side at the hospital. Her voice was soft and unsteady. “You’re back?”
I stepped closer, ignoring Ryan’s presence entirely. “Of course I am,” I said, my tone firm yet gentle. “I told you, Laura—I’m not leaving until I take you home.”
Her lips parted, and for a moment, I thought she might say something more, but instead, she nodded. I placed a steadying hand on her back, pulling her close, deliberately avoiding Ryan’s smug expression. Without another word, we left the ICU, my grip on her protective and firm.
As I drove us back to the hotel, I cast her careful glances. She sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the blur of lights outside the window. The silence was suffocating, each unanswered
