Chapter 137

Emily’s POV

Nathan sat beside me on the clinic bench with one arm firmly around my waist as if he still didn’t trust me not to collapse.

Honestly? Fair. The world still felt slightly tilted every time I moved too fast.

“I’m better now,” I insisted quietly.

Nathan snorted beside me. “You’re lying.”

I frowned at him. “I’m serious.”

“You still look like you’re about to pass out.”

“That’s just my face.”

Nathan actually laughed softly at that, but his grip tightened anyway, pulling me flush against his side. He still wasn't convinced I wouldn't crumble right in front of him.

The early afternoon breeze moved through the trees around the clinic grounds. It felt safe. Peaceful. Too peaceful.

“Why are you pushing yourself this hard for Stella?” Nathan asked quietly. He sounded careful, completely devoid of judgment—just genuinely confused.

I looked down at my hands for a long moment before answering. “Because