_Leah’s POV_

The days that followed blurred together in a strange mix of fear, exhaustion and fragile hope.

Kayden survived.

That thought alone kept me breathing.

The first night after he woke up, I barely slept. I stayed by his bed in the hospital room, sitting in the stiff chair beside him. My fingers were wrapped around his hand as if letting go might make him disappear. The steady beeping of the machines became the rhythm of my heart. Every rise and fall of his chest felt like a ...