He hung up, set the X-ray films on the bench beside me, and shoved a bank card into my hand. Then he turned and bolted toward the hospital exit.

I sat there, watching his figure disappear, and finally looked away.

For the next week, Miles never came back.

No calls. No messages. As if I had never existed in his world at all.

The doctor came by every day for rounds, asking why my family hadn't visited. I just shook my head and told him not to worry about it.

I changed my own bandages. Fed myself. Gritted my teeth through the pain every time I turned over in bed.

Slowly, something in me settled into place.

A man like Miles. A relationship built on lies and betrayal. It wasn't worth another moment of my time—and certainly not worth my tears.

The day I was discharged, the sky hung low and gray.

I slipped the bracelet off my wrist and left it in the doctor's office.

"Please give this to Miles Gilbert."

Then I bought the earliest ticket home.

Stacy's mood had finally stabilized. The nightmares that had plagued her every night began to ease.

Miles sat on the sofa beside her bed, his fingertips absently tracing the edge of his phone. His gaze was distant, unfocused.

Something nagged at him—a feeling that he had forgotten something important.

Even when Stacy spoke to him, his responses came slow and hollow.

She noticed. She pouted and complained that his mind was somewhere else. He managed a thin smile and brushed it off with a few empty words.

It wasn't until evening, after Stacy had fallen asleep, that it finally hit him.

He had left me at the hospital.

The color drained from Miles's face. Panic and guilt crashed over him in a wave.

Without another thought, he rushed out the door—didn't even stop to change his shoes.

He tore through the hospital, burst into my room—

And found it empty.

His chest seized. He grabbed a passing nurse, his voice frantic.

"Excuse me—the patient who was staying here, Marilyn Swanson. Where did she go?"

The nurse glanced at him, thinking for a moment.

"Oh, Marilyn? She was discharged days ago. Three or four, maybe."

"Actually, she left something behind when she checked out. Asked us to give it to someone named Miles Gilbert."