Two months—it would pass in the blink of an eye. I could endure it.
Once hope takes root, the urge to die fades. With his promise, I finally relaxed and drifted into sleep. In my dreams, I vaguely sensed him carrying me to the bathroom, but exhaustion pulled me under completely.
...
When I woke the next morning, my body felt clean, the sheets beneath me had been changed, and my clothes were fresh. Wearily, I pushed myself up—only to spot a jewelry box on the nightstand.
Jewelry?
His?
Heart pounding, I opened the box to find an exquisite pair of earrings, elegant and unique, exactly the style I adored.
Was he... giving these to me?
I sat frozen, a strange unease twisting inside me. Snapping the box shut, I tossed it carelessly into a drawer, my pulse erratic.
Wh
