STELLA’S POV
The steady rhythm of her breathing was the most beautiful sound I’d heard all week. James’ mom looked stronger now—no longer pale, no shaky hands. She was much better.
I saw the weight lift from James’ shoulders, even if just a little. I saw the way her face lit up whenever I stepped into the room.
I was getting ready to leave when the doctor stepped in, James behind him.
“Mrs. Hawthorne, you are getting discharged today,” he said. I was pretty sure I was more excited than she was.
James smiled at her, then at me. I quickly looked away, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
When the doctor left, the room was silent for a moment before I finally spoke.
“Mrs. Hawthorne, I can stay for a couple of days—until you’re back on your feet.”
James turned to me, surprised. “You d
