Isabella’s POV
I ease the door open and step inside. The room is quiet except for the soft rise and fall of breath. Sean is on the bed, propped against the headboard, watching Tessa like she’s the only thing that matters in the world. For a moment the ache in my chest loosens — he really hasn’t left her side since Mother died.
“You’re here,” he says without turning, voice low and even. I smile and move closer.
“Thank you, Sean. For everything.” The words feel small but true.
He shrugs, eyes still on Tessa. “You don’t have to thank me. Tessa’s my friend. She needs me now.” There’s a steadiness in him that makes me want to believe everything will be all right.
“Have you eaten?” I ask, holding the paper bag of food between my hands like an offering. “I brought something.”
Sean’s gaze fl
