Chapter 167

Gideon's POV

A strange, aching routine settled over the days that followed the accident. My life split into three distinct parts: the hours in the neonatal ICU with Wylie, the brief moments allowed in Tessa's room where she lay unconscious, and the work I used to fill the spaces in between to keep me from unraveling completely when sleep refused to come.

Every morning at six, I was at the hospital