Lazar’s POV

Taking Miriam home felt like breathing again after nearly drowning.

The hospital smell still clung to memory making me feel sick but the warm feeling of her palm on mine made me feel relieved.

I kept glancing at her in the car, scared that if I looked away for a second she might disappear and I would never see her again.

Her eyes were on the window, watching the city lights blur past. She looked peaceful, tired but also deep in thoughts.

I could not begin to imagine what could be going through her mind. The whole event that happened must have taken a toll on her but...