Elle Lee In Good Hands Portable -

Elle felt something crack open in her chest—not painfully, but like ice giving way to spring. She looked at his hands, resting on the arm of his chair. They were strong and careful, the hands of a surgeon, but also gentle. Hands that had held hers steady during her worst moments. Hands that asked nothing in return.

And on a quiet Saturday morning, Marcus proposed not with a grand gesture, but with a small velvet box over breakfast. “You’ve spent your whole life making sure everyone else is in good hands,” he said, smiling. “I’d like to make sure you are too. Forever.” elle lee in good hands

Six weeks. The word hung in the air like a prison sentence. “I can’t,” she whispered. “My patients need me. The clinic is short-staffed.” Elle felt something crack open in her chest—not