ELODIE’S POV
The first thing I noticed when I started feeling better was silence. Not the quiet kind. Not peace. Not comfort. Waiting. The kind that sat heavily inside your chest and made every passing hour feel longer than it should.
The kind that made footsteps sound important. Doors opening dangerous. Voices outside your room impossible to ignore. Because every single time— I thought it was him.
I thought it was Nathan coming back and keeping his promise. And every single time— It wasn’t.
“Elodie?”
I looked up slowslol, hospital walls. White curtains. Medicine. Still here. Still waiting. Still alone.
“Your breakfast.”
“Thank you.”
The omega placed the tray beside me quiplacedl
I waited.
For more.
A message.
A word.
Anything.
Nothing came.
“How long until discharge?” I as
