I Married Him While He Was in a Coma

Quinn stood outside the apartment building at nine PM, Leo’s small hand clutched in hers as they stared up at […]

Dr. Cassandra Ilyas sat across from Quinn in the stark hospital conference room, her dark eyes sharp as surgical instruments

Quinn was making coffee in the tiny kitchenette when Mira Sterling knocked on the apartment door, holding a small manila

Quinn’s one-bedroom apartment had never felt smaller than it did with Adrian standing in the doorway, taking in the cramped

Quinn had never imagined that fraud could feel so domestic. She stood at Adrian’s bedside at seven in the morning,

Dr. Soren Blackwell adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and studied Adrian’s brain scans with the intensity of a man reading ancient

The first sign was his fingers twitching against the hospital blanket. Quinn had been dozing in the bedside chair, exhausted

The pediatric cardiac wing smelled like sanitizer and hope. Quinn paced the surgical waiting room at dawn, her new marriage

The courthouse smelled like old coffee and broken dreams. Quinn sat in the sterile waiting area, clutching her purse so

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead like angry wasps, casting harsh shadows across Adrian Lucian Vega’s unconscious face. Quinn Maren Hale