CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:
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WHEN I woke up again, the room was dim. I could feel the soft warmth of the setting sun filtering through the curtains. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the faint light. For a moment, I forgot where I was.
Then I felt a slight weight on the bed beside me.
Slowly, I turned my head. There she was—still sitting on the edge of the bed, her back against the headboard, her knees drawn close to her chest, fast asleep. Her head leaned to the side, resting awkwardly against the wall, her breathing slow and even.
I couldn’t help but watch her, studying the way her face looked so peaceful compared to how tense she had been earlier. There was something almost fragile about her—this girl I barely knew who had been caring for me, yet somehow, I felt a strange conn
