Norella pov
I lay on the bed, my body still weak from weeks of uncertainty. The door creaked open, and there he stood—Jason. Our eyes locked, and a radiant smile spread across his face, filling the room with a warmth that thawed the heaviness in my chest. It was as if a ray of sunlight had pierced through the clouds after a long storm.
He entered quietly, balancing a plate of steaming porridge in his hands. My heart swelled with gratitude and love as he approached. "Hey there," he said softly, his voice a gentle caress. "You need to eat."
I nodded, pushing myself to sit up as he came closer. "I guess I do," I replied, my voice still faint but stronger than before.
He carefully placed the plate within reach and gently adjusted the pillows behind me for support. "Let me help," he offered
