Blanche's POV
Back in the hospital room, Oswald cleaned himself up quickly before lying down to rest.
The room had an extra bed with enough space for Zain and me to sleep together.
Just the thought of sharing a bed with Zain made me feel uncomfortable.
But we ended up on the same bed anyway.
I waited until Oswald's breathing became steady, then Zain moved closer, sliding his arm around my waist to pull me against him completely.
My cold back pressed against Zain's warm chest.
The temperature difference between us was stark as Zain brushed his lips near my ear, whispering, "Do you think Grandpa was wrong?"
I paused, then replied, "Zain, I just want to sleep."
Zain ignored my response and continued, "Grandpa treated Grandma really well. He truly loved her."
My eyes flew open at his words. I turned to glare at him, whispering, "Love isn't about keeping someone trapped. Love isn't about forcing someone to change for you."
