Adam was heading out when he caught sight of Dawn in the hallway—but not Ava. A flicker of concern passed through him, and instead of leaving, he turned back and climbed the stairs to her room.
He found her sitting by the window, eyes red, tears streaking down her cheeks.
“Ava?” he called softly, stepping closer. “What happened? Why are you crying?”
She quickly wiped her face, forcing a small smile. “It’s nothing. I’m just… being silly.”
Adam crouched beside her, frowning. “You’re crying, and you’re telling me it’s nothing?”
Ava shook her head and let out a shaky laugh before collapsing against his chest. “I keep seeing flashes of us before the coma. I miss it, Adam. I miss us.”
Adam sighed, wrapping his arms around her. “Hey, you’re here now. I’ll always be with you, no matter what
