MELISSA’S POV
It’s been six weeks since that day—the day when everything felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. And maybe, just maybe, those pieces are starting to fit together again. Not perfectly. Not completely. But enough to give me hope.
Xavier is… better. There’s no other word for it.
I see it in the way he sits straighter in bed now, in the way his eyes no longer look lost every time he tries to recall something. He still struggles sometimes—still asks me questions that hurt more than I’ll ever admit, questions like, “Why do I feel like I know you so well?” Or “Was I… a good person?”
And I always smile, always tell him the truth—that he’s still the same Xavier to me, that who he was and who he is now doesn’t change what I see in him.
Last week, we went ice hockey ska
