Then shrugged slightly.
“No,” he admitted.
Silence settled between us—but it wasn’t heavy.
It was… steady.
Over the next few days, my body slowly stabilized.
The doctors reduced my monitoring. The machines grew quieter. I was moved out of ICU to a step-down room.
But Ethan kept coming.
Always after work.
Always without announcement.
Always like it was the most normal thing in the world.