{Lisa’s POV}

The first thing I noticed was the smell. Warm bread, something faintly sweet, and the earthy trace of coffee that followed it. All of it extremely mouth watering.

When I opened my eyes, a tray sat neatly on the table beside the bed. Porridge, bread still soft from the heat, and a slice of fruit cut so carefully I could already guess who had done it.

A smile tugged at my lips. “Oh Ronan.”

I didn't waste any time digging in, but I ate slowly, savoring the thoughtfulness more than the food itself. It was one of those gestures that stayed with me, reminding me that beneath the...