Chapter 43

• Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow on Hazel as she nestled into Wyatt's chest. She blinked sleepily, her gaze meeting Wyatt's as he held her close.
• Today was her day off, a perfect opportunity to attend her pottery class. As she stirred awake, thoughts of her day ahead began to form. Sitting up, she glanced over at Wyatt's wound; concern etched on her face.
• "Is it alright?" she murmured, leaning in to inspect it closely.