Knox POV
She didn’t remember me. That’s the only thing I can really hold on to, the one fact that echoes louder than anything else. She opened her eyes, looked right through me, and there wasn’t even the flicker of recognition. And still, I stay. I sit here beside her, watching her chest rise and fall, waiting for something to change. For some part of her to come back.
The door opens behind me and I know, without looking, that it’s the doctor again. His footsteps are cautious, and careful, like he’s already bracing for a fight. I don’t blame him. Charlotte has challenged nearly every decision he’s made since the moment we got here. I don’t think there’s a single nurse on this floor who hasn’t witnessed one of their arguments.
It’s been three weeks since we carried her out of that apartm
