“You are so grounded.” Greyson’s voice cut through the hospital room like a blade, then he froze.
Holly sat on the edge of the bed with a guilty expression on her face, half of Evelynn’s long raven hair gathered between her fingers and the other half falling in soft waves down her back. For one terrifying second, Greyson couldn’t move.
The crushing pressure of grief loosened around his heart. Holly was safe. His little sister was sitting right in front of him, perfectly fine. But soon the relief burned away, and rage took its place.
His eyes shifted to Evelynn. She sat cross-legged on the bed in soft pink pajamas and bunny slippers, her glasses resting in her lap. Without them, her sea-green eyes were fully visible, wide and startled as she looked between him, Aaron, and Briggs. Her h
