The infirmary had become a familiar place—too familiar, if you asked me.

The smell of antiseptic clung to everything, a sharp reminder of where I was and why.

Waking up in Zion’s arms was supposed to bring comfort, but lately, it only reminded me of what I’d lost—what we’d lost.

His embrace was warm, safe, and yet it felt like a prison, trapping me in the reality I couldn’t escape. I’d lie there, still as stone, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my ...