Ethan POV

A week passed in a blur of medical updates, silent questions, and restless nights. Every day, she seemed a little stronger physically, but her eyes told a different story—wide, lost, searching for fragments that refused to surface. Her memory was still a blank canvas, and I was no closer to filling it than she was.

The morning of her discharge arrived with a pale sky and crisp air. I waited outside the hospital as the nurse wheeled her out, a small bag of donated clothes on her ...