Chapter 39 A Blissful Morning

• The sterile white of the hospital corridor felt a little less stark with the warm glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows. Isabelle walked beside Liam with their steps echoing softly against the polished floor. He held his head slightly tilted with a faint frown creasing his forehead as he glanced up at the sky.
• "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
• Liam's gaze followed hers, tracing the twinkling stars in the evening sky. He shifted his weight with a grimace flitting across his face. "It is," he replied with his voice gruff. "Almost as beautiful as you."