The days crawled by in an uneasy rhythm. After the fire incident in her mansion, Isla barely left Damien’s side. She slept in the stiff chair beside his hospital bed, her head resting on her arms, jerking awake every time he stirred. Her nerves had not recovered from that night …the sight of smoke curling into the air, her home under siege, her heart pounding with the certainty that she was losing everything again.But life, in its relentless way, pressed forward.On the third morning after the fire, the doctor walked into Damien’s ward with a clipboard in hand. He adjusted his glasses, smiling faintly at Isla, then turned to Damien, who was sitting propped up against the pillows, a shadow of his former commanding presence but alive.“Mr. Blackwood,” the doctor began, “I have reviewed your test results. The worst is behind you. Your vitals are stable, your body is responding to treatment, and you have made remarkable progress in just a few days.”Isla sat straighter, her pulse quick
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