Chapter 412

The hospital room was too quiet. Machines hummed steadily, monitors blinked in rhythm, but the air felt frozen, waiting.

Hannah sat at the edge of Brandon’s bed, her hands trembling as they clutched his. She had imagined this moment every night for weeks—his smile when he saw her, the way his arms would pull her close, the warmth of his voice calling her name. Instead, he stared at her with eyes clear but unfamiliar, blue pools that should have been home but now felt like foreign waters.

“Brandon,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s me. It’s Hannah.”

He blinked slowly, his brow furrowing. “I… I don’t know you.”

The words sliced through her chest. She drew in a sharp breath, trying to hold herself together. “You do. You know me. We—we’re married. We have children together.”

Brandon shifted uncom