MELISSA‘S POV

I sat beside his bed, my pulse drumming against my ribs as two doctors entered the room. Their voices were calm, professional, but my ears caught only fragments as I stared at him—Xavier—awake.

The relief that hit me was so overwhelming it almost hurt.

“He… he remembered me, doctor,” I blurted out, my voice trembling. “He remembered my name. You said… you said there was a chance he might not remember anything, that he might forget people, ...