His presence filled the room with a warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold void Mark had left behind. It was Harley’s younger brother, Ethan, a constant presence in her life, especially during her health struggles. His eyes, a mirror of concern and compassion, immediately locked onto Harley’s tear-streaked face.
“Ethan,” Harley croaked, her voice a fragile whisper. “I didn’t expect you so soon.”
“I couldn’t wait, Harley. I knew you’d need someone here,” he said, taking a chair beside her bed. His hand clasped hers gently, offering the support she desperately needed.
