Suddenly, she couldn’t bear to look at it anymore.
She placed the phone face-down on the bedside table, pushing it away like it was something too fragile to hold.
Curling beneath the covers, her heart continued its frantic rhythm in the dark, echoing louder than any words.
Then—her phone lit up once.
She snatched it, breath held.
Harper: I’m home!
Maya groaned softly into her pillow, the quiet stillness of the hospital room wrapping around her like a fragile shield.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in the dimly lit private dining room of Rivage
The wine was fine. The food was impeccable. The client was important.
And Damien couldn’t focus on a single damn word.
His phone sat silent on the table beside his wine glass. His thumb kept drifting toward it, eyes flicking to t
