(Kane’s POV)

Through the reflection on the French doors, I watched her curled on the bed. She looked so small, so angry—assuming I’d been rude. My lungs tightened. I moved my wheelchair toward the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water splashed over me, my wet clothes clinging to my skin, as I tried to wash away the racing thoughts in my heart.

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(Mia’s POV)

I couldn’t say how long I waited, but then—the door swung open.

He burst in, soaking wet. My brain short‑circuited.

“I want to see it back!” I blurted, expecting… I didn’t know what. But obviously, not this.

Kane’s eyes flickered in shock....