Chapter 175

Gideon's POV

The morning of Tessa's discharge began with a heavy melancholy that hung over the room like thick fog. As I carefully folded the clothes she'd worn during her stay, I watched her sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the window overlooking the floor where the neonatal ICU was. Her fingers drummed anxiously against the white sheet, the only outward sign of the storm inside her.