Aria's POV
Rain was still falling, tapping softly against the hospital window.
I felt like I was floating, looking down at the girl lying in the bed. Her face was pale as paper, completely lifeless—like a porcelain doll with no one inside.
That was me.
A man in a white coat was talking to a familiar figure—Noah. I heard the doctor say, "Alpha, don't worry. She's physically fine. It's just temporary shock from overwhelming grief…"
Grief? Why?
I saw my own body move. A hand that didn't feel like mine picked up the phone beside the bed. The thumb slid across the screen mechanically, over and over. Photos flashed by—pictures of that girl smiling happily with a handsome man. He was gently ruffling her hair, eyes full of fondness.
Who was he? Why did my heart feel like an invisible hand w
