Mile’s POV
Daphne is finally eligible for discharge, and the sight of her bright, tentative smile both comforts and torments me. I watch her quietly, a storm of questions swirling inside me that I dare not voice. I know her fragile state well enough—too many questions might unsettle her further, and right now, silence feels like the safest refuge.
When she reaches for the car door, I step forward gently.
“I’ll help you with that,” I say softly.
Her smile meets mine, and in that shared moment, the world feels a little lighter. I open the door and carefully slide her into the passenger seat. As I fasten her seatbelt, her eyes twinkle with a silent thank-you.
“Miles, isn’t Reynold going to come with us?” she asks, her tone a mixture of curiosity and concern. I shrug inwardly; I haven’t t
