Jasper’s POV
The door clicked shut behind the doctor, and the room felt too big.
Too quiet.
The only sound was the faint hum of the air vent overhead, and the steady, shallow rhythm of Scarlett’s breathing.
She didn’t look at me. Her gaze was fixed somewhere around her lap, her hands tangled in the blanket like she was holding on to something invisible, something she didn’t want to let go of.
I stayed sitting beside her, close enough that my knee brushed the side of her bed. My mind was already in overdrive, every step, every risk, every plan we’d made now had to be rewritten.
“Scarlett…”
Her eyes flicked to me, quick and uncertain, like she wasn’t sure she wanted to see my face right now.
“This is a lot,” I said quietly, keeping my voice low, steady. “I know.”
Her lips parted lik
