Morning at the hospital never truly felt peaceful.
The hum of medical machines, the hurried footsteps of nurses, and the occasional cries of patients filled the air with an invisible pressure. But that morning felt heavier than usual for Shopia Joy.
Joe was still asleep in the VIP ward, an IV drip attached to his small hand. His pale little face made Shopia’s heart sink every time she looked at him. She sat by his bedside, gripping his hand tightly. Most of her time since last night had been spent taking care of Joe, and the rest battling thoughts that kept circling back to Hunter Jackson.
That embrace… those words…
“I miss your warmth…”
Shopia closed her eyes. She couldn’t allow herself to doubt again. Maybe Hunter regretted everything—or maybe he didn’t. But one thing was clear: he
