Leila's POV

　　"He's stable, for now," the words of the doctor echoed in my mind, a ray of hope. I hadn't even realized that I had been holding my breath until it escaped shakily. Stable. Weeks of torment and uncertainty, weeks of seeing Dominic hang between life and death, and finally something to hope for.

　　"Stable?" My voice was low, barely a whisper. "What does that even mean? He's waking up?"

　　The weight of his task reluctantly shouldered in, the ...