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The second my feet hit solid ground, my mind was already racing.

There was too much to do. Too much to set up before Laura got here.

I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag and reached for my suitcase, which was still filled with clothes from the trip I never finished. My muscles ached from exhaustion-Germany to New York, then straight back home. At this point, I was running on nothing but caffeine and sheer will.

But there was no time to rest.

Laura was coming home.

The thought still felt surreal. Two weeks ago, she was nothing more than a memory I had been trying to hold onto for three years. Now, she was sitting in a hospital room, eating full liquids, standing on her own, talking.

Not much, but she was getting there.

I swallowed hard, dragging my luggage behind me as I stepped. into the airport terminal. Every time I closed my eyes on the flight, all I could think about was everything that needed to be done before she got here. The doctors had gone through an overwhelming amount of information about her recovery-how her muscles had wasted away, how she needed constant

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physiotherapy, how she'd need to relearn the most basic things.

I was prepared for the work. For the long nights, the setbacks, the frustration.

What I wasn't prepared for was.how Laura forgave me.

I still didn't know how to process it.

The morning after I got to Germany, I told her everything-every detail about Vivien, about how I gave up on her, how I almost signed the papers, how I had moved on.

her

her to hate

she was able to talk again was that she forgave me. That to her, there was nothing to

weeks of forcing her vocal cords to

stood there, stunned, guilt swallowing me

She understood.

told me we had both suffered enough.

to the house, my

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too, watching Asha when I had games or training. But that... fuck. I still needed to deal with that too. I hadn't spoken to Vivien since I left the island. She told me to go. But I saw

was no

thought aside and focused on getting inside. The weight of my suitcase felt heavier than it should

closed the door, a

I tensed.

arms crossed over her chest, a

eyebrow.

a tired breath, rubbing a hand over my face. "I feel like

the coffee pot. "There's

my

a beat, then said, "How

past the lump in my throat. "She's... better.

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removed the tube. Her voice is weak, but

slowly. "She's coming

or so. The nurse is making

studied me. "And