Hailee's POV
Confused, I walked over to the window and pushed it open. The cool night breeze brushed against my skin… and then Nathan jumped in.
I swallowed hard, stumbling back. Nathan straightened, pulling off the pullover from his head—revealing his face I hadn't missed so much.
I gulped hard. I didn't know what to feel... happy? Relieved that he was alive? But also confused about why he was here… but one thing was certain: my heart was racing.
His eyes met mine instantly—those familiar stormy eyes that always held more than he let on—and for a moment, we both just stood there. The air was thick with silence, yet somehow it felt louder than anything I'd heard in days. He looked the same… and yet not. A little pale. Tired. But very much alive.
When did he come out of the coma?
How long had he been okay?
Why was he here?
