Isabel's POV
I smoothed down my cream blouse and adjusted my expression before approaching the waiting area where Christopher paced like a caged wolf. I didn't like going to hospitals. Urgh!!
His head snapped up when he spotted me. "Isabel. What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't stay away." I kept my voice soft, concerned. "Not when I know you're going through so much."
Christopher glanced around the empty hallway before pulling me into a quiet corner. His hands found my waist, and I leaned into the touch.
"You shouldn't have come," he murmured, but there was no real conviction in his words.
"I needed to see you. After everything we talked about earlier, I just..." I let my voice break just enough. "I wanted you to know I'm here for you. Always."
His shoulders relaxed slightly. "Than
