Layla’s POV

I walked down the hallway with a bounce in my step, smiling politely at the nurses who passed, pretending like I hadn’t just rewritten an entire man’s life with one sentence.

'I’m your wife.'

God. That felt good to say.

As I turned the corner, I nearly bumped into the doctor from before. He looked up from the clipboard in his hand, startled.

“Oh, Mrs. Reynolds.”

The name felt like music to my ears.

“He’s awake,” I blurted, unable to keep the excitement from my voice.

The doctor blinked at me, then nodded. “I’ll be right there.” He turned, already heading for the room.

I followed behind him,...