102: Secrets.

Chapter 102: Secrets.

Hanna finally got out of bed. Her weak legs trembled beneath her, but she forced herself to take one step at a time, staggering toward Morgan. He was sitting in an armchair in front of the bed, his head tilted back, eyes closed. He looked like a display statue, every detail of his face sculpted by the soft light in the room. It was as if he had been placed there as a work of art, a monument to his beauty and strength.

Despite having changed his shoes, Morgan was still wearing the same pants he had worn when rescuing Hanna. The mud splatters were still visible, a reminder of what he had gone through to save her.

Her legs, so weak that they gave way under her weight, made her fall to her knees in front of Morgan. She looked at him with apprehension, her eyes pleading for help, as if she were on the edge of a precipice and he was the only lifeline. Hanna’s labored breathing echoed in the silence of the room, but she raised her hands, lightly brushing the rough stubb