LOGINIsabella The moment I step inside the hospital, the air feels different—too cold, too quiet, too heavy.I head straight to the reception, barely giving myself time to breathe. “Excuse me,” I say, leaning slightly against the counter, my voice rushed. “I’m looking for Gabriel Thorne… or Margaret Thorne,” I add, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag.The nurse gives me directions after a quick check, and I nod in thanks, already turning—only to stop mid-step.Because he’s there.Walking toward the hallway.For a moment, I just stare.Gabriel looks… nothing like he usually does. His posture is still straight, still controlled—but it’s thinner now, like it’s barely holding him together. His eyes are red, his expression unreadable in that quiet, composed way he always has—but this time, I can see through it.The grief is there.Clear.Heavy.Our eyes meet.And I don’t think anymore.“Gabriel,” I call softly, already moving toward him, my steps quickening without hesitation.He
Isabella Elias leaves not long after breakfast.He’s still laughing about something Mia said as he grabs his things, shaking his head while heading toward the door. “I need to change before work,” he mutters, slipping on his shoes before glancing back at us. “Try not to interrogate her too much,” he adds, pointing lazily at Mia.“I’m not interrogating,” Mia shoots back, though the grin on her face says otherwise.“You were,” I mutter, crossing my arms.Elias just laughs again before stepping out, leaving the door closing softly behind him.The house quiets down after that.Mia stays sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere today,” she groans. “I still feel like the room is spinning.”“Then don’t,” I reply, already heading back to the room to get ready. “Just rest.”“Gladly.”I don’t say anything else as I start preparing for work, moving around the room, picking out clothes, fixing my hair—trying to fall back into routine.Normal.But every now and
Isabella I wake up slowly, my eyes still half-closed as I reach for the blanket instinctively. The room is quiet, dim, and for a moment everything feels normal—until the memory of last night crashes back all at once.My eyes open completely.I stay still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling while my heart starts beating faster for no reason. The kitchen. His hands. The way he said my name like he meant every single letter of it.I press my lips together and turn my head slightly.Mia is still asleep beside me, curled up like nothing happened in the world. A soft breath escapes me as I sit up slowly, rubbing my face. “I barely slept,” I mutter under my breath, glancing at the time on my phone.Still early.Too early.Probably two hours of sleep at most.But somehow, I don’t even feel that tired. If anything, there’s this strange excitement sitting in my chest, and I already know why. Gabriel.I push the blanket aside and quietly step out of bed, careful not to wake Mia. The floor
Isabella “And that distracted you?” he asks, one brow lifting slightly as he glances up at me.I don’t answer, only tighten my grip on the edge of the counter for a second before looking away, which earns a quiet, knowing huff of amusement from him as he continues picking up the broken glass like he’s already proven his point.By the time he finishes, the kitchen light is already on, the space brighter now, the mess completely gone like it never even happened. He straightens, tossing the last piece into the bin before glancing at me again. “Sit,” he says, nodding toward the couch.“I’m fine,” I start, but the look he gives me—calm, firm, not asking—makes the rest of the words die in my throat. I exhale softly and walk back anyway, lowering myself onto the couch while he turns the light off again, leaving the house dim and quiet once more.I don’t realize I’ve been watching him the entire time until he walks back toward me.He stops in front of me, his gaze dropping to my hands. “Did
Isabella Sleep doesn’t come.I turn to one side, then the other, pulling the blanket up before kicking it down again. After a while, I let out a quiet breath and stare at the ceiling, pressing a hand against my forehead. “This is ridiculous,” I mutter softly, shifting again, but the restlessness doesn’t leave.Because he’s here.That thought alone is enough to keep my mind awake.I sit up after what feels like forever, glancing at the clock beside my bed. “Two in the morning,” I whisper under my breath, letting out a small sigh before swinging my legs off the bed. “Great.”If I’m not sleeping, I might as well do something.The house is quiet as I make my way to the kitchen, the soft sound of my footsteps echoing faintly in the stillness. I pour myself a glass of milk, leaning lightly against the counter as I take a small sip, but my attention drifts almost immediately toward the living room.I hesitate for a second, then shake my head slightly. “I’m just checking,” I murmur, like I n
Isabella The moment I settle on his lap, I regret it almost immediately.Gabriel’s hand comes up to my waist without hesitation, steady and familiar, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I try to keep my expression neutral, eyes forward, ignoring the way Mia and Elias are already laughing across the table.“Relax,” Mia says with a grin, leaning back against her seat, clearly entertained. “It’s just a minute.”I shift slightly, trying to get comfortable—Then I freeze.The movement only makes me more aware of him.My breath catches, and for a split second, I stop moving altogether. Heat creeps up my neck as realization settles in, and I can feel Gabriel go still behind me—just for a fraction of a second.He noticed.Of course he did.I try to adjust again, more carefully this time, but it doesn’t help. If anything, it makes everything worse.A quiet breath leaves him before he leans in, his lips brushing close to my ear.“I think someone missed you,” he murmurs, his voice lo
Isabella The drive back was quiet, but not empty.The city stretched endlessly outside the window, lights blurring into soft gold and white streaks as we moved through the streets. It was late, but the world didn’t feel tired—just hushed, like it was holding its breath.I rested my head against th
Isabella Breakfast ended without ceremony.Gabriel didn’t linger. He stood, thanked Lena again for the food, and gave me a quiet look—something between restraint and unfinished thought—before excusing himself.“I should go,” he said. “Thank you for letting me stay.”“You’re welcome,” I replied.He
Isabella The house was quiet when Gabriel stepped inside.Not the hollow quiet of an empty place—but the kind that holds its breath.The door closed softly behind him, and for a moment, neither of us moved. Midnight had already passed. My birthday had slipped in unnoticed, like it always did when
Isabella The phone ringing at midnight never meant anything good.That was my first thought as my eyes fluttered open, disoriented, the room still wrapped in darkness. My body reacted before my mind did—hand instinctively moving to my stomach, breath shallow as I reached for the phone on the bedsi







