PENELOPE
The knock came soft at first, then firmer.
I stirred groggily, my neck was a bit stiff from the angle I’d slept in. I’d fallen asleep with my head resting on Christian’s arm, my body curled slightly into his side. The hospital smell was still in the air, even though the air conditioner did its best to get rid of it, but underneath it—I could still smell him.
The door opened, as I blinked my eyes, trying to adjust to the morning light that streamed through the windows. I had forgotten to close the other side before sitting back down beside him last night.
“Mrs. Hilton?” a nurse said gently, stepping inside. “Sorry to wake you. Just need to check his vitals.”
At the same moment, the door opened a bit wider and Liam poked his head in. His shirt was ironed now, his face was fresh
