Caitlyn's POV
I woke up, staring at the ceiling above me. As I tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through me, making me gasp and fall back. I looked down and saw bandages around my body, faint spots of blood seeping through. My mind raced, returning to the last thing I remembered before everything went black—a pair of eyes. I was sure they were Raymond's.
I whispered his name, but Smith's voice cut me off.
"He's not here," he said calmly. "This is my private hospital. You collapsed at my doorstep, and I couldn't just leave you there, could I?"
Ignoring his teasing tone, I struggled to sit up again, my voice trembling but determined.
"You know where Raymond is. If I'm still alive, it means he was nearby. Please don't lie to me, Smith. Please, I need to see him."
My eyes were fixed on
