Brett's POV

　　Leaning in, my fingertips brushed against her cheek, now cool to the touch. As my lips grazed her forehead, I whispered a silent apology, hoping that even in her unconscious state, she could somehow feel the weight of my remorse. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that my gesture held both an apology and an acknowledgment of the love that still dwelled within me despite the harrowing circumstances.

　　Slowly stepping back, my eyes lingered on her ...