AMARA’S POV
The hospital room felt too quiet, once everyone had stopped talking.
The beeping machine beside me was steady, an annoying reminder that my heart was still doing its job even though everything else felt… off. Like I had woken up wearing someone else’s skin.
My mother left first, claiming she needed to speak with the doctor. Samuel followed after a long, unreadable look that lingered on my face. When the door closed behind them, I felt relieved.
Only Darian stayed back.
He leaned back in the chair beside my bed, running a hand through his hair. “You really don’t remember anything?”
I swallowed. My tongue still felt thick. “No. Just… getting lost.”
That wasn’t a lie. Not entirely. I was lost, just not in the way he meant.
Darian studied me like he was trying to read betw
