rison Ethan called home. My remaining time felt like

past warmth, cut through the silence. "Chloe

I remembered making him soup once, when he had a cold, years ago. He' d kis

unging on a chaise lounge like a queen. S

er batch. "

tant. Ethan, witnessing it, merely kicked me in the ribs. "Useless," he muttered. He then dragged me to the unheat

ital. A doctor was speaking to Ethan in hushed tones. "Her condition is

o interrupt. "Doctor,

g, that burn must be agony. I' ll be right there" – barely glanced at me. He tol

r hand, a tiny red mark barely visible, with Ethan' s hand gently holding hers. The caption: "My hero, Ethan, fussing over

The internal clo