CHAPTER 30
By the end of the week, Belle was well enough to be discharged.
“Finally,” she said, clutching the discharge papers Emma had brought in. “I’m going home.”
Belle leaned back in the car seat as Adam’s driver pulled up to their building. The familiar towering glass of the penthouse complex gleamed in the afternoon sun, but Belle felt… strange. The hospital had started to feel like a cocoon, safe in its own way. Now, heading home felt like stepping back into a world that demanded things she wasn’t sure she could give yet.
The car door opened before she could unbuckle herself. Adam appeared, leaning slightly as though he might carry her out if she didn’t move fast enough.
“I can walk,” Belle said quickly.
“I know,” Adam replied, holding out his hand anyway. “But I’m not taking
