Haven’s POV

I did not sleep. I sat beside Blue’s hospital bed long after the machines had settled into their steady rhythm, long after the doctors had assured me, again and again, that she would live. My fingers remained wrapped around hers as if letting go would tempt fate to snatch her away out of spite.

The sight of her small body under white sheets hollowed me out.

When her eyelids finally fluttered open, I was relieved.

“Blue,” I whispered, leaning forward instantly. ...