MELISSA’S POV

It’s been six weeks since that day—the day when everything felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. And maybe, just maybe, those pieces are starting to fit together again. Not perfectly. Not completely. But enough to give me hope.

Xavier is… better. There’s no other word for it.

I see it in the way he sits straighter in bed now, in the way his eyes no longer look lost every time he tries to recall something. He still struggles sometimes—still asks me ...