Chapter 24

MICHAEL'S POV

One Week Later

Since I stopped using the wheelchair, the cane in my hand had become some sort of a strange companion, an extension of myself that I wasn’t yet fully comfortable with.

Each step I took was deliberate and tentative like that of a baby, my muscles trying to remember how to function again after so much time confined to one spot.

The yard outside the hospital was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

The air was fresher out here. It was cleaner here.

It was in this moment of standing outside and trying to observe some quiet reflection that I noticed a feminine figure standing a few yards away from me.

There was something familiar about the way she carried herself, the slight tilt of her head, the poised but unhurried movements. It wasn’t until she turned slightly, allowing the light to catch her face, that I realized that it was my new friend…Isabella.

My heart leaped, and I almost I forgot my cane and jumped.

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