Ryan stood outside the hospital room, clutching a bouquet of fresh roses and a small bag filled with gifts.

His heart pounded heavily against his chest, each beat a reminder of his guilt.

I’ve hurt her so much.

I can’t undo what’s happened, but I have to make things right, he thought, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.

Inside, Mrs. Winters sat beside Kate’s hospital bed, her face stern and cold.

Kate was lounging against her pillows, munching on slices of apples from ...