AVERY’S POV:
At some point, I found myself joining in. Maybe it was the way the kids smiled at me, or maybe I just wanted—needed—a distraction from my own thoughts. Either way, I found myself playing hide-and-seek with a little girl in a lavender hospital gown, her giggles echoing through the halls.
Then, pain shot through my feet.
I winced, the nude Louboutins digging into my toes from standing too long.
Before I could even think about taking them off, Devon appeared at my side, holding a small designer bag.
I recalled the brief exchange I'd overheard earlier. Ryan's voice had carried across the room, "Devon, get the last set of gift boxes." The name had stuck in my mind, and now I mentally paired it with the face of the guard who stood before me - Devon.
"Here," he said, hi
