maldives

“How are you feeling?” Jake sat on the edge of the hospital bed. But instead of flowers or fruit, he was holding a leather folder filled with documents.

“The doctors say… rehab will take at least six months,” Emma said slowly, struggling to form the words. An awkward silence filled the room. Lily nervously fiddled with the strap of her handbag—a birthday gift from her mother.

“Mom, we’ve been thinking… about the Maldives trip,” Lily finally said.

“Yeah, we’ll have to postpone it,” Emma replied with effort.

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