Amara's POV

The hospital room was warm, the faint hum of the monitor filling the quiet spaces between voices.

From where I sat near the foot of the bed, I watched Cassian with my grandmother. He leaned forward, listening intently as she spoke, as though every word she offered was a precious secret. Eli sat between them, chattering with the ease of a child, and every so often Cassian would laugh, low and unguarded, the sound wrapping itself around the room like sunlight spilling through a ...