A week slipped by.

Then another.

Before she realized it, a whole month had passed.

It wasn’t the worst way to spend time—days blurred together in quiet routines, unspoken glances, and long walks through the sanctuary. It felt somewhat comforting, like being trapped in a universe suspended between chaos and clarity.

Callista sat on the edge of the leather couch, her sleeve rolled up as Mitch adjusted the blood pressure cuff around her arm. Over the past several weeks, the cabin had become ...