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He hesitates for a moment, his gaze darting between me and the detective. I can see the wheels turning in his head as he weighs his options. Finally, he sighs, seemingly resigned to his fate.
“Because… I wanted to,” he replies defiantly. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, those words not being the explanation I expected.
Detective Taylor tightens his grip on Dylan’s shoulder, signaling that our conversation has come to an end. “That’s enough for now. Let’s get him booked.”
As they lead Dylan away, I’m left with more questions than answers. Was this all just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or is there more to it than meets the eye?
I shake my head, trying to clear these thoughts from my mind. For now, all I can do is trust in the detective’s work and hope that justice will be served. With a deep breath, I turn back toward the elevator, my heart racing with anticipation as I prepare to reunite with Spencer.
I watch as Dylan is led away in cuffs, my pulse quickening with the knowledge that justice has been served. I turn to Detective Taylor, who stands beside me with a satisfied grin on his face.
“Alright,” I say, my curiosity piqued. “What made the difference? How’d we clinch this thing?”
He chuckles softly and replies cryptically, “I told you we were about to make it. Thank you for taking miss O’Hagan out of the city while we follow the leads.”
His words leave me wanting more, but the spark in his eyes tells me he won’t be divulging any further details just yet. With a mix of emotions swirling inside me, I decide to focus on what truly matters: Spencer, the woman who saved my life and ignited the fire within my soul.
As I stride through the hospital corridors, anticipation courses through me like electricity, sending shivers down my spine. The stark white walls and sterile scent fade into the background, replaced by the vivid image of Spencer’s green eyes, filled with equal parts curiosity and relief.
A nurse passes by, offering me a nod and a tight-lipped smile before continuing her rounds. My heart races faster with each step I take, the butterflies in my stomach threatening to burst free at any moment. I’ve never been one to shy away from excitement, but there’s something about this particular adventure that feels different—more meaningful, more intense.
Finally, I reach the door to Spencer’s room, pausing for a brief moment to collect myself. Gone are the days of carefree partying and endless flings; instead, I’m faced with a future brimming with potential, centered around a woman who’s managed to break through my carefully constructed barriers and awaken something deep within me.
Epilogue
Spencer
A warm ray of sunlight tickles my nose, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I open my eyes and stretch, feeling the soft sheets enveloping me like a cocoon. It’s been six months since I left the hospital, and waking up in Percival’s luxurious home still feels surreal.
“Morning sunshine,” Percival says, flashing me that charming smile while he leans against the bedroom doorframe. If there’s one thing that hasn’t changed, it’s his lack of a shirt. His brother still teases him about it, but I can’t say I mind the view.
“Good morning,” I reply, my voice sounding a bit shy and quiet. I still find it hard to believe he insisted on me staying here with him after my surgery instead of going back to my aunt’s place. He claimed it was because I belonged here with him—as if I could ever truly belong in this world of luxury and excess. But despite the vast difference between our lifestyles, I’ve come to feel more at home here than I ever did in my own family’s house.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, walking over to the bed and planting a tender kiss on my forehead.
“Like a baby,” I confess, nestling into the crook of his arm as he joins me under the covers. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this rested.”
“Must be the magic of the Hills’ manor,” he teases, his fingers tracing circles on my arm. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but giggle.
“Or it could be the company,” I suggest, looking up into his deep blue eyes. They hold a warmth that always manages to set my heart aflutter.
“Perhaps,” he concedes, pressing another soft kiss to my lips. “But I know for sure that having you here has made all the difference for me. You’ve brought life to this house, Spencer. I can’t imagine it without you now.”
“Neither can I,” I admit, my heart swelling with affection for the man who has managed to turn my world upside down in the most wonderful way possible. As we lay there, basking in each other’s presence, I can’t help but think about how far we’ve come and the incredible journey that lies ahead of us.
And although the future remains uncertain, one thing is clear: I am exactly where I’m meant to be – by Percy’s side, in the home we’ve built together.
I stand at the edge of our sunlit living room, my hand resting gently on the back of a wooden chair. This moment feels surreal—it’s been six months since I left the hospital, and my life has changed in ways I never imagined possible.
“Ready?” Percival asks, with that encouraging smile he’s become known for among the team of specialists aiding in my recovery.
“Ready,” I nod, taking a deep breath to steady myself.
“Alright, Spencer, let’s begin,” Dr. Hopkins, one of my audiologists, instructs through my cochlear implant. The sound is clear, crisp, and still somewhat foreign to me, but it’s a reminder of how far I’ve come.
Over these past months, I’ve made tremendous progress in learning to hear again. My days are filled with appointments and exercises designed to help me navigate the world with my newfound abilities. It’s been a challenging journey, often leaving me feeling exhausted and overwhelmed, but the support of my incredible team and Percival keeps me going.
“Focus on the different pitches and tones,” Dr. Hopkins continues as she plays a series of sounds for me to identify. As the beeps and hums fill my ears, I concentrate on distinguishing each one, building upon the auditory skills I’ve been developing.
