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Chapter 7 Cleo Nothing hurts more than a broken heart . A broken heart that has not healed properly is like a scar that hasn't healed properly . On the surface everything looks standard; however when you go deeper you are still blue and black from the blow that you sufferd at the hands of the one who swore love , protection, and stability. If dealt with sooner the scar can heal if not it can rott and cause major problems. Imagine baking a cake that flops. Proper healing happens from the inside out. When you nurse your broken heart too long thinking that you're okay you end up discovering that the damage is worse than initially thought and its somehow spread to your soul. So not only are you

Joseph returned to the living room after comforting Yvette. He picked up the medical report from the table and lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought. I stayed afloat calmly with no emotion left in my heart. Nothing my brother did anymore surprised me. His repeated favoritism toward Yvette had destroyed my love for him. I only wanted to find a way to leave him and go find the nanny who truly loved me. I failed to leave again and was pulled back to his side. I realized he had opened my medical report. He had been standing at the dining table for a long time.

His presence fills the room as he wraps his arms around me. “You were unconscious. Seven days,” he whispers into my hair, his voice low and steady. Seven days. But it felt like seconds. I press my palm to my chest when he finally lets me go. My heart beats evenly. Too evenly. That’s wrong. I should be weak. Shaking. Sometimes my healing scares me. It is too fast. Too easy. I once healed from a stab wound like it was nothing. Sometimes it feels like I cannot die. A small smile touches my lips before I can stop it.

So it was his turn to take care of Daniel. He slowly took him to the recliner and gathered him to his chest. Daniel was crying in his arms like a child. And he was just whispering comfort words to him. He was moving his hands on his back in a circular movement to soothe him. He wanted Daniel to cry for once and for all. To let his tears take away all his pain. "It’s okay Daniel. It’s okay. He is doing good. He is improving. I have listened to his heart beat. He is fine. Cry out all your fear. He is here. He is with us." His words were helping Daniel to get stable.

“But I want you to know I’m still in this.” “I do,” I whisper back. He kisses my forehead, and I feel the tremble in his lips. And I know. This is how healing begins. Not in grand declarations or rushed moments—but in small, sacred ones. Like the touch of a hand. Like the weight of a kiss on skin that once flinched and now welcomes. Like two broken hearts choosing—day by day—to find their way back. Together.

I open a message to her again. I am sorry if I was coming across as pushy outside, but I know you are lying. I know you are hurt. I also know you won’t tell me what happened since we barely know each other. Just know that if you need to talk, I am here, without judgment, brown eyes xx I will be the first to admit I am an asshole, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have a heart. I hate knowing anyone is hurting in silence. I know first-hand what it is like.

He’s always had a way of knowing exactly what I need, even when I don’t. “He said he’d make sure my body hurt every day so my soul wouldn’t,” I muttered under my breath, remembering his words. He’s kept his promise. Two weeks without indulging in self-pity, and I’ve been so wrapped up in healing that I haven’t even had the time for it. Building stronger muscles around my heart. That is what he calls it. He keeps reminding me that my heart is still whole, even when it feels like it’s shattered into a million tiny pieces, floating around like dust.

I quickly texted back a thank you and clicked the file again. I read through the introduction. It was more of a personal diary than a handbook but the writing was precise and straight to the point. It got me hooked and I found my sense flipping pages and consuming every knowledge. I saw some things that I have already experienced, like the reading people's minds while healing and I also saw some that I haven’t experienced yet. My visions were still just limited to when I heal people but according to the handbook, I will also be able to read minds by just touching someone. Oh, I think I will like that a lot.

If only mother and daughter had been each other's pillars through the loss, they both would not be in these situations right now, about to lose each other for the rest of their lives because Kaia could not imagine a universe where she allowed this woman to be a part of their lives. Beau finally moved closer to Kaia and held her close, understanding without explanation the decision she had made regarding her mother’s place in their lives. He pulled her close, and she cried her sweet little heart out. For her, this was the start of a journey of healing, the last obstacle she had ignored throughout her whole therapy journey. She had finally confronted her demons, and she knew with Beau, it woul

he said. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “But when you feel ready?” “I will never feel ready to tell you,” I insisted. He didn’t look pleased by that. “I can help you feel better,” he said. “Our bond heals you a little. If you stopped fighting it, it might heal you completely.” He took my hand and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. I stared at him, surprised. “You just need to let me come a little closer,” he said.