As I stepped out of the hospital into the crisp evening air, a mixture of relief and anxiety warred within me. The looming uncertainty of what awaited me outside those automatic doors sent chills throughout my body. Hospital discharge papers clutched tightly in my hand, I took a deep breath and headed towards Brax’s car. I could feel his eyes on me, studying my every move as if I were a bomb ready to explode.
The drive there was quiet. Brax drove with a stern expression, the lines of worry clearly etched on his face. His hand occasionally reached for mine, warm and reassuring, yet I couldn't relax.
We arrived at Brax’s house just as dusk painted the sky with shades of orange and pink. My heart pounded in my chest as I played with the bottom of my sleeves. It was no secret that Brax's fat
