Bella POVI set the phone back on the nightstand, turning over onto my side as the quietness of Sunday night finally closed in around me.The long, quiet night rolled into morning, the dark sky outside my window fading into a pale, watery blue. By eight o'clock, the familiar daytime hum of the high-risk ward started up again. Trays clattered down the hallway, nurses clicked past on the linoleum, and the bright morning sun cut across my white blankets.On Monday morning, a nurse tapped gently on the door frame and stepped inside, carrying a large glass vase filled with fresh white and pale yellow flowers."These just arrived for you at the front desk, Bella," she said, giving me a warm smile as she set the heavy glass down on the wide windowsill."Thank you," I murmured.She checked my IV line quickly and headed back out. I looked over at the windowsill. There was no note, but the simple, clean arrangement was exactly the same as last week.Olivier.Later that afternoon, I opened my m
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