Nadine's POV

I wake up with a jolt, my heart pounding as I feel a hand tightly gripping mine. I try to move, but something, no, someone, holds me still. Slowly, I sit up, and there he is, Ethan, his head resting on the edge of the hospital bed, fast asleep.

My chest tightens at the sight. He didn’t go home last night. He stayed here with me.

I close my eyes, hoping to steady the storm inside me. How can I be so fortunate to have someone with such a pure heart by my side, yet feel nothing for him? I search my heart for any trace of love,...