CHAPTER 61 THE MOST DIFFICULT PREP

As Luke and Hana stepped through the threshold of their home, a sense of relief washed over them. The sterile smell of the hospital was replaced by the familiar scent of home—a comforting blend of warmth and familiarity that enveloped them like a gentle embrace. Hana sighed in relief as she sank into the familiar cushions of their sofa, her body still weary from the events of the past few days. Luke hovered nearby, a protective presence at her side, his eyes filled with concern as he watched over her. "Are you comfortable?" he asked softly, his voice laced with worry. Hana nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, just tired," she replied, reaching out to take his hand. Luke squeezed her hand gently, his touch a silent reassurance of his love and support. "You should rest," he said, his voice tender as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. Hana nodded, allowing herself to lean into his touch. The tension in her body slowly melted away in the warmt