Larissa's eyes were tightly shut, her breaths equal and steady. She was obviously already in a deep sleep.

Kevan smiled.

Barely a few minutes ago, she'd been the one adamantly insisting that she wasn't tired at all.

What a liar.

She had promised—she'd said that she would never forget him. All those years ago—

He lifted his right hand after much struggle, the urge to caress her head fiercely rising within him, and yet, his arms halted before they could approach her.

His fingers curled into a fist.

Forget it. He should just let her sleep peacefully.

…

The ringing of a phone shattered the rare harmony between the two.

Larissa startled, bolting up immediately.

In her daze, she groggily picked up her phone and was about to stop the alarm when she noticed the string of unknown numbers on her screen.

She answered the call instinctively.

The anxious voice from the other end was that of the nurse who'd been in charge of Travis' care. "Ms. Seymour, can you come to the hospital now?"

Recalling he