LEENA'S POV
Silence returned to the hospital room. It wasn't silent; machines continued to beep and the air conditioner softly hummed, yet it was quiet enough for me to hear the flow of my own thoughts. So many events had unfolded so rapidly that I felt as though I was amidst the wreckage of my life, uncertain about what to keep and what to discard.
The fragrance of his shirt remained on my skin.
Ethan.
That was the name he went by. The man who stormed into my hospital room like a fierce tempest asserting dominance. *She’s my wife*, he’d declared, voice intense and insistent, infused with something I hadn't witnessed in Zack for a long time.
It frightened me how my body recognized him before my mind did. His presence had awakened something profound within me, something comforting
