Grace woke slowly the next morning, the morning light filtering through the blinds. Her body still felt tender from the previous night, and her stomach ached slightly, though not as sharply as before. The events at the hospital were still fresh in her mind, replaying in vivid flashes—the fear, the panic, Johnny’s voice, his hands, the way he had insisted on taking her, protecting her, reassuring her.She sat up slowly, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, and tried to process her feelings. Her heart still raced thinking about the intensity of the previous night, the way Johnny had been calm yet determined, protective yet gentle. She had never felt so cared for, not even by her own family.A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.“Grace? You awake?” Johnny’s voice carried a gentle concern that made her chest tighten.“Yes… I’m up,” she called softly.The door opened, and he stepped inside, holding a tray with a cup of tea, toast, and some fruit.“I figured you’d want some
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