Chapter 367

Wade stood up and moved toward the window, his back to me. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I found myself quietly stepping closer to the bed.

Now that I was up close, I could really see it—she wasn’t just gorgeous; she looked a lot like me.

If my parents were still alive, I would've gone straight to them and asked if I had a long-lost sister.

As those thoughts ran through my mind, my eyes drifted to the nameplate on the bedside: Narelle Yule, 28 years old.

'Miss Yule, hello. I'm Keira,' I silently introduced myself.

Wade's voice broke the stillness. "Come back in," he said into his phone, calling the caregiver back.

The caregiver returned quickly, and I took that as my cue to slip out of the room. Wade followed silently, and we walked side by side in heavy quiet. It wasn't until we'd walked some distance that he finally spoke.

"The doctors say there's no chance she'll recover. Her family... they've already given up."

"But you haven't," I said.

Wade's steps slowed, his voi