Elsa
Two days later, there was finally some good news. The doctors came in to unhook Adam from the machines, explaining that he no longer needed them. Relief flooded through me as I watched them carefully disconnect the tubes and monitors.
Although Adam was still sleeping, the doctor assured me he was out of the woods, healed enough now to breathe on his own. They said he could wake up at any time, and I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, thanking the moon goddess for sparing him.
But as much as I felt grateful, there was an ache inside me that only he could fill. I missed our life together—the way he’d fiercely protect me, his possessiveness, our spirited arguments, and the times he’d pull me close, reminding me of the depth of his love.
I missed every little thing, every heate
