“Noah!”

Zoe jolted awake. She opened her eyes and it was pitch-black in her room.

She just had a nightmare about Noah and Gwynn. At first, he treated his wife well, but they ended things on a sour note. They were going through the same thing as her and Mason, painful and miserable.

Sitting up, she curled up and held herself. She was still trembling to this moment. The dream felt too real.

All of a sudden, someone held her shoulders. Raising her eyes, she saw Mason in the darkness. He was wearing a bathrobe and sitting in a wheelchair. If it wasn’t for the wheelchair, she wouldn’t have been able to tell that there was anything unusual about him.

His voice was gentle. “Yanni’s going to be fine very soon!”

“I know that,” she murmured. Raising her head, she looked at him with a silent plea. She needed to hug him now.

The tough act she put up in daylight had all but come undone at this moment.

This was the first time she behaved like this. Her voice was both soft and broken. “Can