登入A Second Chance Marcus pov She finished the coffee slowly. I watched her without being obvious about it—the way the headache had genuinely retreated today, visible in the absence of the pain-line between her brows. The way she'd handled Cora alone and come out of it steady. The way she held th
A Second Chance Maryann pov After Tessa left the room felt quieter than it had before she'd arrived. Good quiet though. The kind that came after being genuinely seen by someone who knew you. She'd stayed three hours and we'd talked about real things—not just Marcus and the bond and the complic
A Second Chance Maryann pov The orthopedic clinic waiting room was quiet at nine in the morning. I'd taken a seat in the corner with the paperwork Dr. Martinez had sent me home with—consent forms for the cast removal, aftercare instructions, a follow-up schedule. Simple reading. My last medica
A Second Chance Maryann pov I woke slowly. The headache was there but quieter than yesterday—the first genuine improvement since the second concussion. I registered that before I registered anything else, which felt like progress. Something measurable getting better. Then I registered where
A Second Chance Marcus pov The call with Cora had taken maybe four minutes. I stood in the corridor afterward for a moment. Processing what had just happened—Amber's younger sister driving fourteen hours, standing in a hospital doorway, running before I could speak. The grief underneath it had
A Second Chance Cora pov I'd driven fourteen hours to get here. That was the part that felt most real as I sat in my car in the medical center parking lot, engine running, hands still on the wheel. Fourteen hours from the territory where Mom and Dad had relocated after Amber died. Fourteen hou