Chapter 70: A New Home

Ella’s

Noah slowly pushed himself up from the bed, wincing visibly as a sharp pain in his bruised ribs caught him. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out and gently took my hands in his. “Ella,” he said softly, his voice rough but warm, the sound filled with both deep relief and profound exhaustion.

I moved closer to the bed, tenderly brushing his damp hair from his forehead. “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice tight with immediate worry. “Did anyone ...