Finally, the day she could leave the hospital came. After not seeing him for over a month, Emmanuel finally appeared in front of her.
The second she saw him—the man who'd been on her mind day and night—Lilith broke into a run, practically yelling as she reached out for his hand. "Emmanuel, I—"
He slightly turned his body, stepping out of her reach.
"Emmanuel? I've been through hell in that hospital, and you never once came to see me. Do you not love me anymore?" She stared at her empty hand, frozen, disbelief written all over her face. The man she was looking at seemed like a stranger, cold and distant. Fear surged in her chest.
All this time, through every operation, every painful recovery, she had hoped he'd visit. But the doctors kept refusing, saying she needed to recover
