Naomi was rushed to the hospital again.The same room. The same bed. Only this time, she was carried in unconscious.The doctor said it was a mild concussion, combined with the relapse of a previous head injury. It could lead to memory confusion. Whether she would wake up, and when, remained uncertain.Tristan had been taken away by the police, suspected of stealing commercial secrets and causing intentional harm. Even though the attempt had failed, the charges were serious enough.I stayed at the hospital through the night.Not to take care of her, but to confirm her condition the moment she woke.…Early the next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains and fell across the hospital bed.Naomi's fingers twitched. Then, slowly, she opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before turning her head, her gaze landing on me where I sat on the sofa.I looked back at her.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air seemed to freeze between us."You're awake,
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