Olivia
I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as we settled back into Storm's condo. It was a relief to have him home, away from the sterile environment of the hospital, but I also felt a twinge of anxiety. I knew he was still recovering, and I wanted to do everything I could to make him comfortable and help him heal.
Over the next few days, I threw myself into taking care of him. I cooked his favorite meals, made sure he took his medication, and did all the household chores. Storm kept insisting that he could manage on his own, but I wouldn't hear of it. I wanted to be there for him, to show him how much I cared.
"Storm, please, just let me do this," I said one morning as I was tidying up the living room. He was sitting on the couch, watching me with a look of amusement.
"Lulu, yo
