Chapter 13 - Hope.

Alex and Emilia lay naked and bare on the bed, the same bed that Emily and Alexander shared every day before the accident. Emilia was propped up on her elbow, playing with Alex's hair and chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. But Alex seemed distracted, and she noticed the far-off look in his eyes and pouted, her lips curling downward. "Oh please, don't tell me you're thinking of her," Emilia said, her voice laced with venom. "Emily's been in a coma for three days now. She might never wake up." Alex's eyes snapped back to Emilia, and he forced a smile onto his face. "Of course not, Emilia. I was just...thinking about work." Emilia raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing. "Work? At this hour? Don't lie to me, Alex. I'm not Emily. I know you're thinking about Emily." Alex's face twisted in a mixture of guilt and frustration. "Emilia, it's not like that. Emily's my wife, and my grandma's wish so it's only natural that I care about her deeply." Emilia's laughter was co