Rhea POV
I wasn’t even thinking. I couldn’t form a thought.
It wasn’t until I saw Mom finally stable, finally receiving real treatment, that my mind seemed to catch up with my body.
I sat at her bedside as the doctor left her private ward, watching the color return to her face. My fingers brushed her hair gently to the side as her breathing steadied, softer now, easier.
And it was only then… only in that quiet moment, that I realized exactly what I had done.
I couldn’t even cry. The lump sat in my throat, heavy, but I had already cried so much that my body felt weak.
Instead, I buried my head against her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. She was alive. Mom wasn’t dead. That was the only thing that mattered.
Leaving the hospital, I went straight home. Dorian said he w
