♥ Chloe ♥
Velmora felt both familiar and foreign. The city skyline outside Jethro’s penthouse window hadn’t changed, but I had. I saw the streets differently now. I heard things I used to ignore. And the sudden sounds made my heart jump. Shadows carried the face of the man I didn’t want to remember. I knew that my recovery wasn’t just physical. It was emotional. Psychological. Spiritual. And it was slow. The doctors said I was lucky. Clean wounds. No nerve damage. The bullet that tore through my thigh missed my artery by a whisper. The shoulder shot fractured the bone but missed the tendons. Lucky. That’s what they kept saying. I didn’t feel lucky. I felt exhausted. Broken. But I was alive. Jethro made sure I didn’t forget that. He stayed with me through it all. From the moment I woke up
