Suzan’s POVBy the time Emerald was cleared for discharge, the hospital had begun to settle into its quiet evening rhythm. The corridors grew still, the chaotic rush of the afternoon fading into the muted hum of monitors and the muffled, rhythmic footsteps of nurses moving between rooms.I stood near the doorway while Sarah gathered the last of Emerald’s things. My daughter was dressed in her cozy sweater and little denim pants, her soft curls slightly tousled after a long day in the hospital bed. She looked exhausted, but a bright, radiant smile lit up her face.Mostly because Draven was still there.He had stayed far longer than necessary, long enough for her to fall asleep with her tiny hand tightly curled around his finger.Now, as we prepared to leave, I watched him gently help her into her little jacket."You're missing something," he murmured softly.Emerald looked down at her chest. "What?"He reached out, his long fingers gently pulling the zipper all the way up to her chin.
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