Chapter 88-His worried face

I was sitting by Rachel's bed, holding her hand, lost in a mix of emotions that I couldn't put into words. Rachel's confession still weighed heavy on my heart, but right now, all that mattered was that she was here, alive, and safe for the moment, at least. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Harrison rushed in, his face pale, eyes wide with worry as they landed on Rachel. He didn't even seem to notice me at first; his gaze was locked on her, filled with such intense concern that I felt a strange sense of comfort. He cared about her really cared. "Rachel!" he breathed, his voice raw, almost breaking. He moved quickly to her bedside, dropping into the chair on her other side, reaching out to take her hand. "Are you... are you okay?" Rachel managed a faint smile as she looked up at him. "Harrison... you came." "Of course, I did. I was so worried when I heard." His grip on her hand was gentle but firm, like he couldn't bear the thought of letting go. "I thought I'd lost you," he murmured,