The harsh white of the hospital room was almost blinding, the sterile scent of disinfectant thick in the air.

Celeste’s gaze shifted to the bed, her heart tightening as she saw the man lying there.

Nathaniel was turned away, leaning on his side, completely unaware of her presence. He must have heard the sound of the door, though, because without looking back, he spoke, his voice irritated.

“Just leave it there. I’m not eating.”

He had been pushing himself far ...