JAMES’ POV
She had fallen asleep in my arms, her heartbeat steady. I placed a gentle kiss on her head. Oh, Stella. She looked so weak and tired, yet still refused to go home.
It almost felt like she cared more about my mother than I did. My eyes drifted to the bed where my mother lay, and all I wanted was for her to open her eyes and say something—anything.
I leaned my head back as sleep slowly started to take over. Just the way Stella held me made me feel safe. She was my hope.
“Mr. James… Mr. James.”
I opened my eyes slowly. Stella was still asleep against my chest.
“There’s someone here to see you,” a nurse said, standing in front of me.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“He said his name is Brad—and his family.”
“Thank you,” I muttered before she walked away. I couldn’t believe I had comp
