He hesitates for a second, his gaze darting between me and the detective. I can see the wheels delivering his head as he weighs his choices. Lastly, he sighs, seemingly resigned to his destiny.

“As a result of… I wished to,” he replies defiantly. My eyebrows shoot up in shock, these phrases not being the reason I anticipated.

Detective Taylor tightens his grip on Dylan’s shoulder, signaling that our dialog has come to an finish. “That’s sufficient for now. Let’s get him booked.”

As they lead Dylan away, I’m left with extra questions than solutions. Was this all only a case of being within the unsuitable place on the unsuitable time? Or is there extra to it than meets the attention?

I shake my head, attempting to clear these ideas from my thoughts. For now, all I can do is belief within the detective’s work and hope that justice will probably be served. With a deep breath, I flip again towards the elevator, my coronary heart racing with anticipation as I put together to reunite with Spencer.

I watch as Dylan is led away in cuffs, my pulse quickening with the information that justice has been served. I flip to Detective Taylor, who stands beside me with a happy grin on his face.

“Alright,” I say, my curiosity piqued. “What made the distinction? How’d we clinch this factor?”

He chuckles softly and replies cryptically, “I informed you we had been about to make it. Thanks for taking miss O’Hagan out of the town whereas we observe the leads.”

His phrases go away me wanting extra, however the spark in his eyes tells me he received’t be divulging any additional particulars simply but. With a mixture of feelings swirling inside me, I resolve to give attention to what really issues: Spencer, the girl who saved my life and ignited the hearth inside my soul.

As I stride by way of the hospital corridors, anticipation programs by way of me like electrical energy, sending shivers down my backbone. The stark white partitions and sterile scent fade into the background, changed by the vivid picture of Spencer’s inexperienced eyes, stuffed with equal components curiosity and reduction.

A nurse passes by, providing me a nod and a tight-lipped smile earlier than persevering with her rounds. My coronary heart races sooner with every step I take, the butterflies in my abdomen threatening to burst free at any second. I’ve by no means been one to draw back from pleasure, however there’s one thing about this explicit journey that feels completely different—extra significant, extra intense.

Lastly, I attain the door to Spencer’s room, pausing for a quick second to gather myself. Gone are the times of carefree partying and infinite flings; as a substitute, I’m confronted with a future brimming with potential, centered round a lady who’s managed to interrupt by way of my rigorously constructed boundaries and awaken one thing deep inside me.

Epilogue

Spencer

A heat ray of daylight tickles my nostril, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I open my eyes and stretch, feeling the delicate sheets enveloping me like a cocoon. It’s been six months since I left the hospital, and waking up in Percival’s luxurious residence nonetheless feels surreal.

“Morning sunshine,” Percival says, flashing me that charming smile whereas he leans towards the bed room doorframe. If there’s one factor that hasn’t modified, it’s his lack of a shirt. His brother nonetheless teases him about it, however I can’t say I thoughts the view.

“Good morning,” I reply, my voice sounding a bit shy and quiet. I nonetheless discover it exhausting to imagine he insisted on me staying right here with him after my surgical procedure as a substitute of going again to my aunt’s place. He claimed it was as a result of I belonged right here with him—as if I might ever really belong on this world of luxurious and extra. However regardless of the huge distinction between our existence, I’ve come to really feel extra at residence right here than I ever did in my circle of relatives’s home.

“Did you sleep properly?” he asks, strolling over to the mattress and planting a young kiss on my brow.

“Like a child,” I confess, nestling into the criminal of his arm as he joins me beneath the covers. “I can’t keep in mind the final time I felt this rested.”

“Have to be the magic of the Hills’ manor,” he teases, his fingers tracing circles on my arm. The feeling sends shivers down my backbone, and I can’t assist however giggle.

“Or it may very well be the corporate,” I counsel, wanting up into his deep blue eyes. They maintain a heat that all the time manages to set my coronary heart aflutter.

“Maybe,” he concedes, urgent one other delicate kiss to my lips. “However I do know for certain that having you right here has made all of the distinction for me. You’ve introduced life to this home, Spencer. I can’t think about it with out you now.”

“Neither can I,” I admit, my coronary heart swelling with affection for the person who has managed to show my world the other way up in essentially the most fantastic manner attainable. As we lay there, basking in one another’s presence, I can’t assist however take into consideration how far we’ve come and the unbelievable journey that lies forward of us.

And though the longer term stays unsure, one factor is evident: I’m precisely the place I’m meant to be – by Percy’s aspect, within the residence we’ve constructed collectively.

I stand on the fringe of our sunlit lounge, my hand resting gently on the again of a wood chair. This second feels surreal—it’s been six months since I left the hospital, and my life has modified in methods I by no means imagined attainable.

“Prepared?” Percival asks, with that encouraging smile he’s grow to be identified for among the many workforce of specialists aiding in my restoration.

“Prepared,” I nod, taking a deep breath to regular myself.

“Alright, Spencer, let’s start,” Dr. Hopkins, certainly one of my audiologists, instructs by way of my cochlear implant. The sound is evident, crisp, and nonetheless considerably overseas to me, nevertheless it’s a reminder of how far I’ve come.

Over these previous months, I’ve made great progress in studying to listen to once more. My days are stuffed with appointments and workouts designed to assist me navigate the world with my newfound talents. It’s been a difficult journey, typically leaving me feeling exhausted and overwhelmed, however the assist of my unbelievable workforce and Percival retains me going.

“Deal with the completely different pitches and tones,” Dr. Hopkins continues as she performs a sequence of sounds for me to determine. Because the beeps and hums fill my ears, I think about distinguishing each, constructing upon the auditory expertise I’ve been growing.

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