Later, as he got ready for the day, his thoughts kept returning to the bakery. Standing in front of the mirror, running a hand through his hair, he found himself replaying the memory of her by his bedside.

She had stayed. She had taken care of him. And despite everything, he felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through him.

Maybe she didn’t hate him as much as he thought.

Lilly folded her arms, her gaze sharp with disapproval. “How long are you going to keep going there? You know she ...