Lying in bed, Henri remained awake, unable to take his eyes off Catarina. The light streaming through the window cast delicate shadows across her face, and he watched her as if admiring something rare, something precious.

She slept peacefully, her expression serene, her lips slightly parted in a soft sigh. She looked like an angel—the same angel he had lost and who, for some divine reason, was now resting beside him.

Slowly reaching out, afraid of waking her, he brushed a loose strand of hair a