I walked back into the hospital, my heart heavy with the weight of the decision I had just made. The cool, sterile air of the corridors didn’t help ease the growing pressure inside me. The contract with Cross—the living arrangement, the promise for Vincent’s future—it was all set now. There was no turning back.
As I approached Vincent's room, I spotted Emily standing just outside, her expression a mixture of concern and quiet understanding. She had known about my decision, of course. She had seen the look in my eyes and the weight in my step.
“Nora,” she greeted me softly, her gaze lingering on me with a silent question.
“Hey,” I replied, my voice tight. “I need to talk to you. It's about... Cross.”
Emily’s brow furrowed slightly, her concern clear. “How’s it going with him?” she asked
