Laura
I woke up the next morning feeling genuinely good for the first time in weeks. Not even a hint of sickness, and I felt weirdly energized, unlike anything I’d been used to since I’d stared down at those two little pink lines.
I stretched, the sheets sliding off me as I rolled onto my back. Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the bed and Talon’s sleeping form beside me. He was on his stomach, one arm flung out toward me, fingertips brushing my ribs, his breathing slow and even. I couldn’t help but smile, watching him like this — peaceful, unguarded, the hard edges of his face softened.
Careful not to wake him, I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror surprised me. My cheeks had a healthy flush, and for once, I
