CelesteThe collapse came without warning.We were in the bedroom. I remember that much. I had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around me, steam still clinging to the mirror. Killian was sitting on the edge of the bed lacing his shoes, talking about the private flight to New York, the hospital suite he’d already booked, the fact that he’d fired his entire Singapore team at 3 a.m. because they’d dared to question his priorities.His voice was steady, almost light—like if he kept planning, kept moving, the universe wouldn’t notice we were running out of time.I bent to pick up my jeans from the chair and the world tilted sideways.Not a slow fade. Not dizziness. A sudden, violent drop, like someone had yanked the floor out from under me.The towel slipped. My knees hit the rug. I heard Killian say my name, sharp and panicked, and then nothing.Black.When I opened my eyes again, I was on my back staring at the ceiling, Killian’s face hovering above mine, white as de
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