Chapter 5

I woke up to the sharp, clinical smell of antiseptic.

The cloying scent of white lilies drifted in from a vase in the hallway.

Someone was holding my left hand.

It was Grant.

Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes. His hair was a mess, a few strands falling over his forehead.

I twitched my fingers, and he woke instantly.

Seeing my eyes open, he froze for a fraction of a second before snapping back into his cold, restrained shell.

"You're awake."

I desperately wanted to ask him if he had remembered something when he screamed my name.

But…