GINA’S POV
The television droned in the background, some mindless cartoon flashing colors across the screen, but I wasn’t watching. My fingers curled into the fabric of the couch, knuckles whitening as my mind dragged me back—back to the sterile walls of the hospital, back to the way Dr. Reynolds’ gaze had flickered with something like pity before he looked away.
Pity. As if that would save my son’s life.
A bitter laugh clawed at my throat, but I swallowed it down. And as if the hospital incident wasn’t enough, Laila had seen me break. She had watched me crumble again—and then she had the nerve to smirk, as if my pain were some twisted entertainment. Five years. Five years in a cell for a crime I didn’t commit, and still, it wasn’t enough for her.
And Klaus… My chest tightened, a sharp
