Chapter 92

OLIVIA Noah came out of the restroom, looking refreshed and invigorated, as if he had taken a moment to steady himself before stepping back into the room. I felt my face heat up upon seeing him. Hannah’s surgery was tomorrow. Noah had already arranged a private room for her. I wasn’t able to reject it—not only because it would mean more paperwork on the hospital’s side, but also because I didn’t want to give the medical staff another topic to whisper about behind our backs. I glanced at my daughter, sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, her lashes resting softly against her cheeks. Her small chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. The faint beeping of the monitor filled the room, gentle and reassuring, grounding me in the moment. Noah reached into his pocket and took out a small square box, no bigger than his palm, then held it out to me. I hesitated for a second before taking it. When I opened the box, a simple gold chain bracelet lay inside. It wasn’t too thin or too thick—j