**ISABELLA'S POV**

Three days had passed since those two pink lines had stared back at me from the bathroom floor, mocking me with their undeniable reality. Three days of pretending that the world hadn't shifted six inches under my feet, leaving me feeling off-balance and disoriented.

I was meticulously restocking the suture kits in bay 4 when the hairs on the back of my neck prickled, a clear indication that I was being watched. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was Joshua, always Joshua standing just outside the curtain line, arms folded, his eyes fixed on me as if I might vanish into thin air if...