Since Nicole's departure five years ago, Jarrod's engagement with Mitchel had lessened. It seemed they were gradually drifting apart.

Jarrod had become more isolated, living in his own realm. Despite infrequent interactions, Jarrod retained a deep respect for his long-time friends.

No amount of reassurance from Mitchel could completely soothe Raegan.

She implored, "Mitchel, if you hear anything from Jarrod's end, please inform me."

"Understood," Mitchel assured.

Raegan glanced at the clock. It was nearing a.m. Reflecting on Mitchel's weary appearance earlier, she regretted calling him at such a late hour. She remarked, "It's late. I shouldn't keep you up.”

Suddenly, Mitchel inquired, “Will you be able to sleep?"

“Excuse me?"

Mitchel, understanding Raegan well, added, "You tend to lie awake when something bothers you."

Raegan was stunned. He was correct. With the current turmoil, sleep seemed elusive.

Then, Mitchel suggested, “Open your curtains and look outside."

Seated near the window, Raegan stood up and drew back the curtains.

As she did, she began, "Mitchel, are you..."

Raegan halted mid-sentence. By her villa's entrance stood Mitchel, gazing up at her balcony.

Raegan was astonished. “Did you rush over from the hospital just for this?"

Through the phone, Mitchel's voice was reassuring. "Yes, I was concerned about you."

Raegan felt a rush of warmth from his gestures, leaving her struggling to find the right words.

Mitchel, leaning against his car, was pleased to see Raegan on the balcony. He reassured, “Try to rest. I'm here."

Raegan, touched, responded, “You shouldn't be here. You need to grab some rest."

“I can't sleep either," Mitchel confessed.