The hospital room was quiet, dimly lit, and for once, Maya wasn’t thinking about Jamie.
She was thinking about him.
The blanket was warm over her legs, but her skin tingled with nerves. Her heart thudded too hard, too fast.
She’d already sent the message.
Done the brave thing.
But now…
Now she was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling like a girl waiting for the universe to shift.
And then it did.
Her phone lit up beside her pillow.
Her breath caught.
She hesitated.
Not out of fear—but something else.
That strange, fluttery tension that curled inside her chest like warm air in a too-small balloon.
Her fingers twitched toward the phone, then pulled back.
What was she so nervous about?
It wasn’t bad fear.
It was the kind that made your stomach flip and your palms sweat and you
