Heartbeat

Emily stirred, her body aching from the ordeal, her mind foggy with remnants of fear and confusion. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself in the familiar surroundings of her room at the orphanage. The soft morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the walls. As she turned her head, she noticed Andrew, slumped in a chair beside her bed, fast asleep.

His suit was wrinkled, his tie loosened, and a hint of stubble shadowed his jawline. The sight of him, so uncharacteristically disheveled, brought a lump to her throat. She could see the toll the past day had taken on him, the strain evident in the lines on his face even in sleep. He had stayed with her, she realized. He had been there, watching over her, ensuring her safety.

Emily shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable, and the movement must have woken Andrew. He blinked groggily, his eyes taking a moment to focus. When he saw her awake, a wave of relief washed over his features, and he immediately