Chapter 84 Romance

• Morning crept in gently, trailing threads of light across the folds of white linen. The hospital room was hushed, but not cold. It felt… different. Warmer. Softer. Like someone had left the window open just enough for calm to step inside.
• Charles blinked awake slowly, disoriented at first.
• Emily was curled against him, face nestled against the crook of his shoulder, one hand resting on his chest like she'd staked her claim in the quiet. Her IV had been expertly maneuvered to give her room, and her breathing was soft. Steady.