Heath’s POV
I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Not after what happened.
Not after watching my daughter die in my arms… and then breathe again like the world had been stitched back together by something I still couldn’t understand.
So I stayed.
One chair pulled between two worlds.
To my right is Posy. To my left... Rosalie. Life and silence. Breath and stillness. Hope and fear. And me… trapped in between.
The ward was quieter now. The chaos from earlier had faded into hushed voices and soft footsteps, but the tension hadn’t left. It clung to everything, thick and suffocating.
Rayven stood near the window, arms crossed, his usual commanding presence dulled by exhaustion. Willow sat beside Rosalie’s bed, her hand gently wrapped around my mate’s unmoving fingers, her thumb brushing over her kn
