Chapter 53
Chapter Fifty-Three
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Roman touches down at UCLA after getting clearance to land.
I hop out and embrace both him and Lilith before heading inside.
For the foreseeable future, this hospital will be my second home while Tally recovers.
It's familiar territory—I practically live here anyway, working twelve-hour shifts six days a week.
I'll steal moments with her between patients and spend my nights beside her, even if it means cramming my six-foot-two frame into that unforgiving chair. Being near her is all that matters.
I can't avoid Willow forever. She deserves a face-to-face apology for being caught in the crossfire of my mess.
God, I can still picture her standing there in that white dress, probably having to explain to three hundred guests why I wasn't showing up.
Maybe they made the best of it—drank the champagne, ate the seven-tier cake, danced to that band that cost a fortune.
But what haunts me is how she kept asking if the wedding was "postponed" when I called from the hospital.
Not once did she say "canceled." The distinction tears at me.
She's waiting for a rain check on a wedding that's never going to happen, and I need to make that crystal clear to her.
Lilith, with all her talk about cosmic signs, would say Tally's accident was the universe's intervention—stopping me from marrying the wrong woman. Because Tally—fierce, complicated Tally—is where I belong. She's my daughter’s mother. And damn it, she's the one I love with everything I am.
Lilith would be right. Her accident has to be a sign. The universe doesn't make mistakes. Tally and I were meant to find our way back to each other.
I linger at her bedside until her breathing deepens into sleep, then step into the hallway and pull out my phone.
Willow answers on the second ring.
"We need to talk," I say quietly.