Elena’s POVThe soup sat on the table, steam curling into the dim air, but my eyes refused to leave Albert’s face. His breathing had steadied a little since I placed the cool cloth on his forehead, yet he still looked so fragile, so unlike the man who had always been a pillar of strength in my life.I sat quietly, his hand resting in mine. It felt strange, to be the one taking care of him. Albert was always the protector, the one who sheltered me, guided me, gave me a second chance. Now here he was, weak and vulnerable, depending on me in ways I never imagined.My thumb brushed over his knuckles slowly, almost unconsciously. His hand was warm, too warm from the fever, but it was strong, calloused, and somehow comforting. I told myself I was only holding his hand to make sure he was okay, but the truth was… I didn’t want to let go.What am I doing?I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. Gilan’s face came to me like a haunting. His smile, his eyes, the way he used to look at m
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