When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Cordell hesitated, the silence weighing heavily in the room before he finally responded, his tone honest yet somber.

Theres a fifty-fifty chance of success.

But as it stands, the surgery is unavoidable.

If the blood clot continues to press on the nerves, it will endanger Matthews life sooner rather than later.

The color drained further from Stellas face as the gravity of the situation settled in.

Still, she refused to give up.

Isnt there any other way? Medication or something? Does it have to be surgery? Cordell shook his head, a look of helplessness in his eyes.

His voice was grave as he replied, Unfortunately, theres no alternative.

Right now, surgery is the only solution we have.

Stella suddenly felt adrift, as though she had been cast into an endless abyss of despair.

Deep down, she couldnt deny that part of her longed for Matthew to regain his memory, to return to the way things were before. But in this moment, more than anything, all she wished for was his survival-for him to live and thrive.

the current situation left her with

threatened

to indulge in sentimentality or shed tears easily, yet this time,

if grappling

Cordell and said firmly, Cordell, arrange the surgery and

Matthews arm as she pleaded desperately, No! If the surgery fails,

The painful.

surged through her, an unbearable tide of

couldnt stand the thought of losing another

turned to her, his gaze gentle

he said with quiet

I wont die.

naturally the words came to him, but once spoken, they felt undeniable, as though they

mind clouded by his steady gaze and the

lips curled into

softly, Trust

so easy to

so much

the man sitting beside her, familiar and yet

a fleeting moment, it felt as though time had rewound to when they