“Hi, Annabelle! How are you feeling now?” The young man’s voice was warm and full of energy, his eyes scanning her face with genuine concern.
“I think I—” Annabelle started to respond, but froze when she looked at him properly. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Fynn?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Fynn’s familiar face broke into a smile, the same boyish grin she remembered so well. “Yep, it’s me. Back in Los Angeles.” He shrugged casually, as though he hadn’t just shocked her to the core. “But we’ll catch up later. Right now, let’s focus on making sure you’re okay.”
He winked at her—a quick, playful gesture that sent a ripple of warmth through her chest. Annabelle felt her cheeks heat up against her will.
She couldn’t stop staring at him. “You’re… you’re a doctor now?” Her
