Dami’s POV

Rhea’s hand was warm around mine, steady in a way mine hadn’t been for days. She held me gently, guiding me through the doorway like I might crumble if she let go even for a second. The moment we got inside the house, she helped me settle onto the couch, fluffing the throw pillow behind my back even though I told her I was fine.

“When will your results come out?” she asked, lowering herself to sit beside me. Her voice trembled with concern she didn’t bother to hide ...