Rachel’s pov
I stood entirely frozen beside the pristine hospital bed, the rhythmic electronic beeps of the heart monitor filling the silence between us. Vincent’s dark eyes locked onto mine with an intense clarity that I had not seen since before the accident.
The heavy fog of his amnesia had completely vanished from his expression, replaced by the sharp, commanding presence of the billionaire executive I used to know. For some reason, as I looked at the profound sorrow on his face, I wanted to run away from this room immediately. The sudden weight of our shared past felt entirely too heavy for the narrow walls of the recovery suite.
"I am going to call the attending doctor back into the room right now," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I took a step toward the wooden door. "He
