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It had been hot that summer, then after a blustery fall, winter rolled in and covered everything in a crisp white sheet of ice and snow. Spring blossomed anew and the cycle of life continued and so it was for the next three years. Meadows Care and Rehabilitation Center was quiet, an institution like this rarely had much in the way of activity. Monitors bleeped, nurses and care assistants went about their duties, cleaners mopped, it was peaceful.  That morning there had been a little excitement when the doctor performing her rounds noted a slight change in the readings for one of the patients, a Jane Doe who had been with them for the last two years, comatose after being found battered and half-drowned on a riverside. She had been transferred there when after months of effort she hadn’t revived when her injuries were healed. The doctor had instructed Nurse Andrews to keep a close eye on that patient, noting any further changes. So

Rob’s POV I poured myself a scotch on the rocks and sat back on the couch.  Paperwork surrounded me, as always, all I did was work, work out and sleep with occasional breaks to eat. It kept my body healthy, and my mind occupied because as soon as I let myself not think about work she would be there, front and center in my mind, my beautiful Angel… and my heart would feel like it would shrivel and die from the pain. Being here, in this place, which was meant to be our home together probably doesn’t help. The clothes and jewels I had bought her still sat in the closet, unopened. No matter how much therapy, or how many times I would tell myself she was gone, I couldn’t bring myself to move them. I felt small in here on my own, but because it reminds me of her, I can’t leave. My phone ringing is a welcome distraction from the spiral I was heading down.  The number was the concierge fo

I barely slept, we made love, again and again, learning each other once more. My body was exhausted and Rob finally succumbed to sleep around 3am, I lay wrapped tight in his arms, watching him, trying to process what had happened today. I’d woken up, Eden Meadows,  author, which was a dream. I was on a book tour and everything seemed so magical, like I was a character in one of the romances I loved so much. I was in New York City, which I didn’t remember having been here before, it seemed so vibrant and exhilarating and I had wondered as I made my way to the book store that afternoon if perhaps I might consider moving here. Sandy Ridge was beautiful, peaceful and the people there had been so good to me, but it never felt like home. I’d gone to the hotel bar to unwind, it was a lot having a couple of hundred people come and tell you how inspiring you were and asking questions, some had been so specific. This was the 3rd

The following days were like a dream, I would wake up wrapped tight in his arms. I could feel he was afraid to let me go, we would grab breakfast then either travel if needed or head to the bookstore in the city we’d already got to, spend a few hours there for the signings, then if we didn’t have to travel we’d go out to dinner and just talk and catch up.  Rob took care of everything, all I had to do was show up, and I had to admit loved it. It broke my heart to hear about how damaged he was, but he’d done so well to come back and to me, he was still very much my Rob, my strong and handsome Prince.  He told me that  the therapy he had brought up a tonne of stuff around why he craves control. His relationship with his father was more strained now, but they were working on it. Apparently while he was ill his father had distanced himself and taken back control of the company and was very reluctant to hand it over again, fearin